'Bob sure has a lot of friends,' Colin grumbled to himself.
"Alright then," he said, "one for each of us."
"It's a large platter," the Elf innkeeper said with a smile. "One will be enough for your party. And four glasses of mead."
"We'll need a room as well," Colin added.
"An oak-view room or an ordinary one?"
"The cheaper one."
The innkeeper immediately spoke a few words in the Elf Language to the oak tree behind him.
A faint creaking, like the swaying of wood, immediately came from the middle of the giant oak tree.
'This should be good enough,' Colin thought to himself as he led the others to an empty table.
While waiting for the food to arrive, Colin walked over to the entrance to check the notice board.
