Adarim takes a look at the people around the room. The elf is the model of a young and fragile scholar, while the armored warrior looks like he's got the muscles to fill out his suit. The dirty man seems weak, but he's got a sturdy build and sharp, calculating eyes. The two locals are average city-folk, probably with jobs that don't demand much physical work.
The innkeeper approaches Adarim.
"Can I get you anything, sir?"
Gregor looks over the customers. The locals are not of interest, probably craftspeople, little money. The man in armor looks like he lives life one day at a time... not one to save up gold. The other warrior's eyes twitch from person the person, he seems a little nervous. His purse looks decently heavy. The elf wears fine but worn clothes... and has a positively bursting purse.
The two locals continue their conversation.
"Not much we can do, anyway. Human talks, Päkkaan walks."
"True, the priests can figure out their own riddles... Have we got an answer from Uthid to our offer yet?"
Mother Salvegard listens to Saucix as he retells his dream.
"Very interesting, my child. That bad animal... this is worth looking into. Hire some escorts, go north and find the place you saw in your dream. See what is there."
She gestures at a priest, who hurries out a door and returns with a heavy bag.
"This should cover your expenses."
The priest hands the bag to Saucix. It contains 100 gold pieces.
Remus: Harry... I'm a werewolf.
Harry: Are you fucking serious?
Remus: Well yes, but I don't see how that applies here.