Salfaren Cal'beros

A flash of light and the sound of broken glass come from outside the tavern during the evening.

A tall, pale-grey elf stands up and dusts himself off. He pulls a glowing gem from his pocket and begins to study it.

"This isn't..." he thinks to himself, looking up at the stars with concern. "Explains the rough landing." as he puts the gem away. Picking up the rest of his scattered gear, he hears lively chatter from the tavern and heads inside.

"Don't suppose you've got room for an out-of-towner?"