Tagret hears the loud dwarf's words but says nothing in reply. At 5'8'' and 168lbs he is not the image of a deadly martial fighter, but trained eyes can tell that there is something in the man's grace that should be feared. He holds out his gloved hand, wrapped in tiger skin with long claw-like daggers sticking out of each finger. When the half-elf gives him the key to his room, he spins tossing his knee length cloak out behind him. Everything about him seemed like he was a cat, his tiger head mask, his tiger skin cloak, even his tiger skin gloves. Under all of that though, you could see he was merely a man. Dark blue clothing seemed odd with the tiger skin combo, but few would outwardly complain about it. After all, who wants to risk a run in with a tiger?