After standing awkwardly for several moments, Sharana again asked Aurelle, "Where are you bound and why?" Aurelle was under the impression she had sufficiently answered the other elf. But it was obvious the Sentinel didn't trust her. Seeing no good reason to anger the Sentinel she answered sweetly, "I am returning to the nearest Hospitality House after helping some forest elves with healing. My pegasus can't fly in the rain, so my journey is slower than expected." There was no reason to explain exactly why she was so far away from her order's grove. Pausing for a moment, Aurelle could see the other elf pondering her explanation. Not wishing to get into further discussions, she excused herself and headed towards the tavern. Aurelle had no desire to sleep in a stable on a wet evening. Hopefully Cheerful Jak had already finished his drink and left the tavern. Aurelle checked on Daun one last time before heading back out in the rain to the tavern. Her pegasus seemed wells settled in a dry stall with fresh hay. She would be fine until sunrise. The rain had settled down slightly as Aurelle made her way back to the tavern. Peering in the door, it looked exactly as she thought it would, dirty and full of disreputable people. At the bar was Cheerful Jak entertaining everyone by yelling, "Drinks for everyone, courtesy of Cheerful Jak". The stampede to the bar was overwhelming. For a moment, the poor barkeep looked overwhelemed by orders for ale and whiskey. Shrugging her shoulders at the chaos, Aurelle sauntered over to the bar. She had been in worse places. Smiling at the barkeep, the elf plunked herself down on a stool next to the highwayman. "A large mug of mulled wine for me. Compliments of Cheerful Jak." she said. "A bowl of stew and a room, coming out of my own purse." Aurelle added. Aurelle thoroughly enjoyed the sour look on Jak's face when she ordered the wine. But what could he do to a cleric in full view of the tavern.