[b]Eryel raised his eyebrow at the quest granted. Well, at least this would pay him, not that it followed his usual work schedule but it would have to do until dangerous ruins come along. “Remove that meal.” The elf stated, finishing his pie. “And throw in five gold pieces instead.” He did like coins. You could never have enough of those, and hopefully the bartender would comply. “How exactly do you want this guy thrown out?” Eryel rubbed his chin. “If he hasn’t paid for his room, I reckon you own this establishment and the rules of your society would allow you to remove him from the premises, correct?” But then, humanity never truly impressed. “Then again, I won’t question your customs. I'll accept this assignment.” Eryel finished. One could never expect too much from these short lived hunks of meat. Their shortcomings would in this case benefit the elf, so by all means. The gnome who had made an entrance would easily steal everyone's attention, but after shedding him a glare, Eryel went back to the conversation. Gnomes, they were always so loud. Well, at least they were better than humans. [/b]