An elven woman slips quietly into the inn. She's dressed in rough leathers of her people, and her hair is wild from the wind. She stands in the shade just inside the room. It doesn't appear she wants to take a seat, but just wants relief from the sun. She'll stand there until someone tells her she either needs to buy a drink or move on.
Her eyes look over the thricreen that's sitting at a table and raises an eyebrow at him, and gives a slight nod.