While new to the town of Estermere, Hart was no stranger to the hustle and bustle of a crowded, drunken tavern. Not missing a beat as a fight broke out in the background, Hart nestled into his seat at the bar as several others entered the premise - including the weasel he had just ran away from. The weasel had an injured arm, no doubt from the people that had stepped up to defend Hart. Hart was in the middle of deciding whether or not he should make his escape now when a elven female bumped into the barkeep, almost spilling drink all over Hart. She hurriedly apologized and Hart quickly waved it off, not wishing to draw any attention to himself. 

Hart frowned, too many people were in the bar now, and he couldn't leave through the front without the weasel seeing him. His eyes quickly scanned the crowd, seeing little he could use. His eyes flickered to the stairs just off to his left, the elf who had almost spilled alcohol on him was now helping an older man up the stairs, with the help of a half-elf. After living with a half elf for most of his life, Hart was able to tell the breeds of most elves. The older elf seemed to be the other elf's uncle, and they were looking for a place to put him upstairs. Hart shifted back in his seat. Upstairs was generally quiet and empty, and inn rooms had windows for him to escape if things got really bad. Hart turned to the man sitting next to him and smiled broadly.

[b]"You sirrah, look you've had a tough day."[/b] the man merely looked at him and nodded. Hart flashed a coin and slid it over to the man, [b]"Why don't you have a drink, on me?"[/b] The man's eyes lit up, and accepted the coin eagerly, heartily reaching out as Hart offered his hand to shake. With his off hand, he clapped the man heartily on the back, as though they were old friends and walked away from the bar. Grinning to himself, Hart quickly examined the key he had swiped and slid it into his sleeve.

Several steps later, he was by the elf, half elf, and drunken elf. Sliding past them as he walked up the stairs, he turned around, he pulled out the key by the keyring and offered it to the elf. [b]"You can use my room,"[/b] he said plainly gesturing towards the key.