Jasper kept his hands busy as he watched Tristina conjure her fire. He listened attentively as she recounted a summarized version of her past obviously leaving out some things.<br/><br/>"I feel you owe me some answers, as well. You clearly have a history, warrior." Jasper smiled at Tristina when she spoke. It probably wouldn't hurt to let her know something about him.<br/><br/>"I don't know who my other or father is and my first memory is of fire and blood. I was raised by a wandering band of marauders until they were all killed. Then I became a sell sword wandering and killing for money learning new things when I can. Some things happened and now I am chasing after the man. Are you thirsty?" Jasper grabbed the water skin off of the horse and took a sip before offering it to Tristina. He finished cleaning the rabbit and then grabbed some sticks sharpening them. He skewered the rabbit with the sticks and stuck them in the ground near the fire so the rabbit could start cooking.<br/><br/>"So what were you doing that got you to that town and in trouble with those templars?" Jasper glanced at Tristina as he asked this looking for any physical signs he could use.