*Lecter inspects the weapon and nods*
Lecter: What exactly is a primal beast? Why are they so important?

*Finnick and his companion reach the door presumably after Xan and Co get inside, and he swings the door wide open. He walks in while whistling, and looks around*
Finnick: Interesting tavern. 

*The elf frowns and stands behind and to the side of Finnick*
Elf: Looks more like a home. We're trespassing, then.
*She has no idea why she's saying this, as Finnick would be fully aware of that, and frankly wouldn't give a damn*
*The Elf looks around the room for any occupants while still frowning*
Elf: Hope they aren't violent.