If the bard felt like she was being watched by the robed man, that was just a testament to her observational skills. The truth is, he was watching the whole thing play out...and when the man had left, he strained to hear the words the women exchanged with each other, though he only caught snippets of it.<br/><br/>"The man has a strong will, and a fierce temper to boot." He nodded his head in response to what the bard had to say about Daemion. "I'll be fine. Their are more obvious ways to work the energy that suffuses the world...much more violent, explosive ways." His tone of voice was one of serene tranquility, an odd trait to be sure. Perhaps it was how he really was, like the eye of the storm, perfectly calm no matter what happened around him...or perhaps it is merely a well-worn mask. For now, it's a bit on the early side to be deciphering such things about the sage.<br/><br/>"Oberym, of house Valeth." He closed the distance between them as he introduced himself. It is possible she has heard the name before; many of his ancestors were Sages and Seers of renown, some of them even being tutors to the high-born.<br/><br/>He would extend a hand to the bard, for a shake. "And you are quite the magnificent story teller." As he spoke, she may noticed another set of eyes on her, those of his familiar, an all black cat, quite large, staring balefully at her. One corner of the cats lip was pulled up into a snarl that showed off the largest of his fangs.  "I'm actually quite curious about studying the Shadow, you see." He looked away from the bard, towards the other woman. "I imagine it's something of a fool's quest." He smiled somewhat sheepishly. "But have you room for one more?"