Ment
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The clerk tossed a silver coin into the box and scribbled something in his papers.
-- Tell me your name. Your room is on the second floor, the third door on the right down the hallway. Food is over there; it's free for guests, but don't expect anything fancy, -- he pointed to a door in the adjacent room.
Fancy? The food here is barely tolerable, like something for pigs. But then again, Dunkaniel hasn't cared about the subtleties of taste for a long time; those who have lived for three centuries don't find much pleasure in such things.
For a moment, the elf hesitated, wondering if he should ask the clerk about his wife and daughter. If he wanted to tease him, it might make sense... But no, that would be too silly.
The man sighed and asked a completely different question:
-- Can you tell me where I can find some work in this town?