The Hired Help

The two Northmen sat at the last two stools furthest from the door.
A tall, thin blond haired stranger had just entered and sat on the first stool
against the wall. Grumm the InnKeeper was getting him a cup of something. " Not many of his Type in here" said Roerth the taller of the two " What type is that" questioned Tarkis his Red mustache dripping with ale.
"You know,Elves" he whispered. "Why are we whispering " asked Tarkis cluelessly. Roerth laughed out loud. " Drink your ale, my friend."
The two Northman both laughed and ordered another ale.