[Saurreg]

Ascasir was confused and disappointed; the maiden's response was not what he had imagined it to be. Violatile, what did she meant by that? She did not seem to be displeased and her warm voice had a tingle of kindness and playfulness in it, but why did she claim that the establishment was not a "mannish" inn? Was she not of the second-born? Westron was proving to be a peculiar tongue. And curses to those Gondorians - Ascasir was sure he would have a word or two with them should he ever head back east.

Realizing that his stare was starting to discomfort the innkeeper, Ascasir drew back abruptly, looking sheepish.

"Ehm...anyway, you wished for some refreshments, sir? What can I get you?" asked the innkeeper coolly in a professional tone,

Anger? Indignation? Disgust? Ascasir was confused and a little worried. Did the maiden really intend to serve him, or was that another bout of those westron word plays?

Desperate times called for desperate measures. Ascasir leapt off the stood and drew himself to his full height before bowing his head curtly, allowing dark locks to fall forward masking his face,

"Forgive me dear lady if my manners have been... lacking and thank you for... being not so... so violatile. I meant no insult and did not know that my words were... displeasing. I am not proficient in the tongue of man and my limited exposure outside the wood realm of Eryn Lasgalen helps not. Forgive and yes, I would like some... refreshments. Something simple would do. Thank you very much!"