He tilted his head a bit before he opened the door and let her pass into the hallway.
While this conversation had taken place, two strangers, the other wearing blue robes and the other a light armor made of iron and a yellow cross on the chest, had walked into the tavern. The other was human of normal height, the other an elf, a head taller than the human. The two had taken a cornr table and the human was smoking a pipe as the elf was scribbling something down on a scroll. The two spoke in a foreign tongue, probably one spoken in the woodlands of far north
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan