During the time that he smoked his pipe, he only listened half carefully to what's going on. He had pulled back his senses , not scouting on anyone's mind. The conversation of getting a horse or a virgin, to find a treasure or not, with or without soldiers and others, bored him to death. Treasure hunting, or map-hunting, was a game he played in his youth with his friends, but after he started his schooling and subsequently travelled the worlds he lost interest in treasures. Money or gold wasn't all to be had, it was nice to have a bit for a while, to buy good food and a nice ale, but in the long run it never brought much luck.<br/><br/>He took another look at the girls that had presented themselves. The barmaid, the girl called Sarah and the other girl opposite to that man. It wasn't that he saw those females as young or too young, it was just that he called every female a girl. Even up to very late in her own life, he'd call his own mother a girl. Compared to him though, everyone was young, having the looks of a man in the prime of his life, his travels on the Hall of Worlds meant that he didn't age like other people did. Had he been all his life on this world, he would probably have been well over a thousand years old. Time was a very strange thing, it never flowed at the same speed in places. By his own reckoning he was born somewhere between 150 and 200 years ago. But he had no idea by who's or which calculating.<br/><br/>He knew that the barmaid had heard him when he spoke in her mind and he was contemplating to try to mind-speak to the girl he thought was called Erin. He wasn't entirely sure, but it would be a risk to take. He wasn't sure yet if he would do it. He carefully finished smoking, then cleaned out his pipe. before putting it back on the table in front of him. He had more than half of a tankard of ale left and he was going to make sure to fully enjoy it.