Va'ralan was definitely still getting used to human society, despite experiencing it for 20 years, which is a drop in the bucket compared to his 295 years living in High Elven culture. Despite the constant learning of human intricacies, Va'ralan enjoyed himself. He was sitting at a table next to a group of what seemed to be human warriors, though they did not carry themselves with the discipline he was accustomed to back in Vindasel. Then the biggest one in the group started making jokes about his siblings.
"An' so I said, 'Naw, that's m' sister!"
Shaking his head in annoyance, Va'ralan felt a slight tap on his shoulder. Turning his head around to see who it was, a young human female barmaid was standing in front of him. She was rather beautiful which made Va'ralan blush. Seeing this the barmaid saw her chance.
Leaning in such a way as to show her cleavage, the barmaid whispered in Va'ralan's ear,"If you want in a few minutes, we go somewhere else and get to know each other a little bit better, hehe."
The fact that Va'ralan was not used to sexual advances from women; whether it be human or elven, made Va'ralan very uncomfortable. Standing up Va'ralan was about almost a head taller than the woman. Annoyed he sighed,"Please leave me woman, I have no need of your services." With that Va'ralan walked away from the table.
Heading towards the bar counter, Va'ralan almost ran into the big lumbering human who recently was having a good time with the other human males in the back of the tavern. Upon getting nearer to the bar counter, Va'ralan heard the voice of a boisterous young woman. Looking in the direction of the voice, Va'ralan saw who it was. It was a young human woman speaking quite loudly about wanting to go to some ruins of some kind.
Seeing this opportunity to interact with one of his people, Va'ralan approached the young woman and said to her in elvish, <"Greetings child. Are you in need of help?">