The elf eyes Garrit for a few seconds, then shrugs as if resigned to his fate. "It was Luthiel" he says, louder this time but still in a quiet tone. "I came here seeking whatever adventure may come my way. Good day to you all, but I do not know any of you. I prefer no company to that of strangers." He sits in silence a moment, then mutters to himself (just barely on the edge of hearing for those with keen ears) "Yet I may have to rely on one of these strangers if what I have heard is true." With that, he stands, walks over to the table, and sits st an empty space with a half-smile on his lips that does not reach his eyes. "For all that I am a little standoffish from time to time, yet a bit of company may serve me well right now. Tell me, what do you know of the inn and its patrons? And what of yourselves, are you seasoned adventurers, or are you, like myself, here on your first foray into the wider world?"