No, they're overbooked too

Morgala spends a good 10 minutes or so waiting outside in the rain, calming herself down before she enters the inn.

I may be dirty and just a low-born, lowly servant, but dammit! I have my pride!

Morgala also hopes all this rain will help wash away some of the mud, but all it really does it make her feel even colder.

Eventually, once she can endure no more, the elf stumbles into the inn. Her body is still covered in mud, but it's a little streaky now, and allowing some of her bare skin to shine through and reveal to the world that Morgala is just in her granny panties, a camisole, and a half-open blouse (not that the elf realizes that).

The middle-aged elf blushes in embarrassment as all eyes in the busy building turn to her.

Oh gods, they're all looking at me! They... they must think I'm some poor street urchin!

Morgala awkwardly makes her way to the front desk. She is under the mistaken impression that she is being judged by how dirty she is, and is completely unaware of the fact she is half naked and giving everyone a spectacular view of her soft, jiggly, but admittedly mud-covered body.

"I want a room. Give me a room," Morgala mutters as the woman at the front desk looks her over in a mix of pity and amusement.

The human woman is a pretty young thing, named Mary. She doesn't look much older than Morgala's ward Tina. She's rather tall and skinny, with long black hair, ruddy skin, and (much to Morgala's jealousness) has a pair of breasts slightly larger and far more perky than the elf's.

"I'm sorry," the woman says in a voice that doesn't sound entirely sincere. "But all of our rooms have already been booked for the night."

Morgala whimpers in frustration, as the crowd of patrons watch on. Many of them busy staring at the elf's big, soft, delectably fat ass. Her modest granny panties have ridden up into her crack, leaving much of her glorious lilly-white globes exposed, if rather muddy still.

"Of course it is," the elf says bitterly. "What about the commons area?" Morgala asks, hoping maybe she can at least sleep near the big fireplace and get herself warmed up.

"Mmmmm, I'm afraid..." Mary says making a show of flipping through her guest book, "yeah, that's full up too."

It really wasn't, but she didn't want to have to clean up after this messy, muddy elf come morning.

"So what am I supposed to do? Sleep in the streets?!" Morgala asks, anger, bitterness, and frustration filling her voice.

Worrying that this crazy lady might snap and do something to hurt her, Mary, backs away and tries to de-escalate the situation.

"I-I... I'm sure we can find you someplace to stay..." the panicking woman babbles as she tries to calm Morgala down. "Um... well, actually there is one place, but..." she says as she nervously avoids eye contact with the elf.

"Fine, whatever. I'll take it. Where is it?" Morgala asks. She desperately just wants to get this over with so she can take a bath and get changed.

"Um... the barn?" Mary says meekly in a voice barely louder than a whisper.

"WHAT?" Morgala angrily shouts, in a voice that makes every head in the building turn back towards her.

"I-I'm sorry. It's all we have left!" Mary lies, now utterly convinced Morgala is some mentally deranged, violent hobo that will slit her throat while she sleeps. She's terrified to let her stay, but at the same time, Mary is even more scared of what Morgala will do if she turns her completely away. "B-but! Y-you can stay there for free!"

Morgala looks back over her shoulder and towards the door (which prompts everyone else in the building to quickly stop staring at her half-naked body and pretend they weren't eavesdropping in on her conversation).

It's still utterly dreadful outside, and judging by how few businesses there seem to be around here, she probably wouldn't be able to find somewhere else to stay at this late hour.

The elf sighs in defeat. "Ok, fine."

Mary sighs in relief, and instantly regrets giving away any kind of lodging for free. The boss is going to take it out of my pay! She worriedly thinks.

"I-it's just outside, to the left," Mary says.

Morgala slowly walks back outside, into the rain once more. As soon as she's gone, the crowd inside the inn erupts into gossip about the elf, and who she might be.

"I've heard of women being called 'dirty whores' before, but wow! That skank takes the cake! What kind of slut walks around like that?"

"She must be a real freak. I've never been into that mud-play stuff, and frankly I don't see the appeal of it."

"That must be one of those crazy berserker women I've heard about!"

"Did you see the look in her eyes? She must have escaped from the booby hatch!"

"No, I was too busy staring at her ass. I know they say never stick your wick in crazy, but I don't know..."

"Was that a mud elf? Mud elves exist, right? Like wood elves?"

"I don't know, but she can stay with me any time! Maybe I should go see if she'll stay the night with me!"