Athramz slowly walked into the inn. No one payed much attention to him thankfully. Perhaps they thought he was Bosmer like most people assumed (Even though his skin was not nearly as dark and his ears were a bit longer). Athramz was thankful for this. If his kind truly did not exist anymore, blending with the crowd might be the best option. Discovery could lead to unwanted attention from scholars, or capture. He needed directions, but was exhausted from his trip. Athramz sat down at the bar and waited for the maid to serve him.
"Excuse me. I am looking for this man," Athramz held up a book titled Dwarves Vol. I and pointed to the author. "Have you any idea where I might find him?"
The barmaid was too busy wiping dishes abd serving drinks to pay him any mind. Athramz scouled and slammed the book down. He went to stroke his beard, forgetting that he had shaved it to better hide his identity. This annoyed him even more. 'The audacity of this Era!' He thought to himself 'Can't a man get any assistance?'