Throwing Him Under The Bus

After finding an inn, with one of the most whimsical names most of them had ever seen, they signed in for rooms, almost booking the whole place for their group. The proprietor woman of the Welcoming Sprite Inn was an older Elven woman, with tired facial traits, but eyes as sharp as razors.

She didn't bat an eye at lodging the two Ash Elves, which elicited a raised eyebrow from Astaroth, who would have thought the older the Elves were, the more racist they would be. But the woman was unfazed.

"Seen your kind before. Behind bars and not. Your darker skin and flashier hair don't make you any less of an Elf in my eyes," was the response she gave to his questioning gaze.

Astaroth felt kind of relieved to be treated fairly, especially by the woman who would man their rooms for the duration of their stay. He felt like he could rest more easily, now that he knew this.