Jan turned to look at the elf, then stared pointedly (pardon the pun) at the elf's pointy ears.
"No offense," she added with a smile, "but you aren't exactly low profile, Mister Elf Traveler." Her eyes glittered with mirth.
"But then again, all of us are rather famous in Sandpoint right now, so what the hell. Let's go anyway." The woman rose up from her seat, and made a performance out of dusting her cloak. She glanced at the Sheriff to say hedr goodbyes, but then a thought struck and her smile grew smaller for a moment.
"By the way, someone can also go and have a look at Sandpoint history, if they don't want to look at some ruddy wagon and try to guess how it got in. Dig up anything that might be the reason someone robbed the late Father Tobyn's body. Maybe the good Sheriff can help with that? Maybe something about that fire that took out the temple in the first place as well?" She questioned Sheriff Hemlock who was standing across the table from them all.