"Easy there lass..." A short, stubby arm reached around and gently held back his eager elf companion by the waist. "Ya don't even know what building 'yer looking for and I couldn't possibly keep up!" The gruff, tired voice found a little life as a low chuckle sounded. "Oh don't get your feathers rustled, Eargen. I can assure you that I would be fine." The elf looked down at her dwarf friend, Eargen, speaking coolly in a low volume. 

"I wasn't worried about ya, Mel. I'm sure ya could handle anything in that town, but that town couldn't possibly handle ya if ya started poking around the wrong buildings." Eargen's chuckle revived again as he shook his head. "I doubt ya would get a warm welcome after that." 

"Come now, Eargen, have some faith. You should me a tavern once, I'm pretty sure I could find one again." Melerindalowen, or "Mel" as Eargen had taken to calling her, retorted with a quick playfulness. She politely pushed Eargen's arm away and continued on at an exaggerated slower pace than before. "But if you insist, I will be glad to make the special accommodation for you." Eargen previous chuckle turned into a full on hearty laugh. "Yer an arse, Mel, a complete arse!" The two of them shared a laugh and continued on down the road.

Finally the duo reached the edge of Esterfell but halted before heading deeper into the town. Mel's eyes glimmered with a hint of excitement as she eyed the many lifeless buildings nestled in the dark, quiet town. Outside of the glimmer, she really kept most of her excitement inside. Eargen knew that glimmer, he had seen it many times before while showing her just a little bit of the civilized world. "Alright lassie, the tavern 'yer looking for is right down there with that wall-like shield shape sign hanging right over the door. It has the lights on and people inside. Ya can't miss it. I'll head in after ya but 'yer looking for a human lad in armor, most likely. Might find some other weirdos like 'yerself in there too. You'll know."

Mel sat in silence as half her attention wandered to the different people she was going to see. She nodded vigorously when Eargen was finished and then gave the dwarf an affection pat on the head before scurrying off in a half jog to reach the door. She wasted no time to creak the door open and slip into the lit, somewhat warm room of the tavern. Nobody really noticed her until she tossed her staff that clattered to the floor in the corner with a loud bang and she threw off her bearskin cloak to join her staff in the corner by the door. The disturbed, angered look of the bartender went unnoticed as Mel stared intently at the odd group of people huddled around a man in iron armor. Those must have been her soon-to-be companions and she couldn't help it but a grin plastered her face as she approached with her letter in hand. The man in iron still addressing those who had arrived before her. Despite the man in iron still talking, she slid the letter across the table where the man in the iron armor was sitting and glanced around the group. "I am in the right place, correct?" She said with slightly nervous but an otherwise plain tone, just after the man in iron had finished speaking about something she wasn't paying attention to. She clearly didn't realize she was just a tad late.