You walk into a bar next to the towering mountains. All is normal. Patrons are drunk as usual. But when you look closer at some of the workers... they appear... off. They all have the exact same, flowing silver hair. Their eyes are grey. What's weirder is... they can't seem to get enough of you. Or anyone else in the bar- for that matter. Half the time they won't serve you- they'll just talk. You'll go for an ale and they'll ask you what you think of the elf population in the city. It's creepy.