The Lost Elf Inn was typical of the inns in the adhiel quarter. From the outside it looked like any other house along the street; all that made it stand out was a sign over the door.
Upon entering the visitor would walk straight into the common room. At the far end was a small bar, and behind it was a young elfess serving. Scattered about were a few small tables, a few taken by what was probably the normal evening's clientele.
On the right of the bar a set of steps led up to the next floor. Above the entrance to the staircase was a simple sign in adhiel and human: "Rest Here". It obviously led to the rooms to rent.
A sign on the wall, again in adhiel and human, gave the prices.
5 banner per night. See behind the bar.
Last night had been one of a kind. The ending of Hart and the fight was an experience seen. The king being thrown over. Hastarl had taken the coach and it took him to the edge of the Elven quarter, where he walked the rest of the way. He wasn't afraid of being attacked here, and it was only a short walk, although he would not have been able to defend himself if it came to another fight. He had had enough of that at The Punt Den, still feeling the pain in chest and head. He still couldn't believe his luck. He had fought against the winning side and still survived.
However, this had put a mark on him. Burns before he were to know what would happen to him afterwards he had sent a small prayer to Krynsathis, god of luck. He had never really spoken of this as it were clear what sort of followers his deities would attract, which would do him no good.
Finally he had arrived at his home. After the expulsion a lot of the houses were left empty and when Hastarl came back from the war he had moved into one of those, but still checking wether the previous owners had any chance of coming back. It was well situated at the edge of the Quarter, so he could get relatively unnoticed in and out when he wanted to. When he got inside he had already forgotten his devotion-for-a-flicker. His head was filled with a lot of other thoughts. E.g. why he was sent to Lost Elf Inn. If he had been able to think clear he might have known.
That night he slept awfully and never more than 2 marks at a time, continuing to wake up and falling to sleep. The pain in the head and chest made him lie badly. He slept like that quite a few marks into morningtide and after he'd gotten out of bed he sat down to rethink last night. It was then he remembered Niccolos request. Not feeling quiet well after the troubled night he rested the remaining tide before heading towards the Lost Elf Inn.
Hastarl entered the inn wearing some fresh clothes instead of those with blood on them. Not really aware of what to do he went to the bar. "Namaste. A bit of ale if you would be so kind." He laid the payment on the desk and scanned the inn while waiting for the drink.