Scouur - Elgar
After deciding on some cheap menu items, Elgar dropped some small change into the waiting staffmember's tray, A few minutes later a tray was brought over carrying breads and dried fruits and things, Elgar thanked the staff from his seat and begun his solo luncheon. The food wasn't the best, it was comprised of various native ingredients, but it was filling nonetheless. Elgar slowly munched away at his plate and when he was done he left it at his table as seemed to be appropriate custom according to others around him. Elgar made his way to the main desk situated behind the fountain and between a couple of arching stairways that led up to the first balcony and no doubt further up to the rooms.
Elgar was about to speak but noticed that in a similar fashion to the menus, room prices were scratched into a backboard. Elgar hummed over what would suit, but it appeared as if he could only afford a small room for a night before his funds would be depleted. "Small room for one night please." Elgar passed over the last remaining of his coins in exchange for a key, the following day he would have to search out for some work clearing rats or something to earn enough money to survive.
"What do you mean unruly?!" Grol slammed his fists onto one of the round inn tavern tables, glaring menacingly at the apron-clad barkeep who was trying to persuade him to leave. "Listen here buddy." Grol lifted slightly the man by the collar of his shirt. "I'll leave when I want to leave, you hear me?!" Grol threw the man back down. "Now bring me a couple more of them Ales!" Grol was a huge man whose muscles just screamed barbarian or pit-figher. He had since lost his shirt in one tavern scuffle and was suspectedly looking to start another. "YOU THERE, give me your drinks." Grol was reaching for another customer's drinks where were freshly lined on a tray that had been brought over not too long ago.