*As the group enters the tavern, few people react to the traveller, or Lucy. However, the High elf, stranger to them, is a different matter.
One of the more rowdy patrons approaches him, and looks like he might be about to start a fight, at which Vorian sighs*
Look. I'm just here for a drink, OK? I'm with someone that I'm told has the respect of almost everyone in this city. He is not treating me like an enemy, simply because of my race. I was taught all humans were my enemy, but I am sufficiently past such lies to come here openly.
*Vorians words seem to do little to calm the man down, but a few of his friends restrain him, and bundle him out the door before he can do anything*
So then he goes, YOU SHALL NOT PASS, and I say "I've got WINGS? I can FLY?" It was hilarious! The dwarf was tough, but the elf was delicious and they had some men and these four bite-sized guys, too. The wizard was fuming when I flew off.