Conner was starting to feel a little uncomfortable around this girl. Her questions were starting to press a little too deeply for him to be comfortable with. His jaw locked at the mention of what his family name was. He had learned over the years to hide it. People still used it and the 13th as a form of curse, spitting on the ground at its mention. He wasn't about to reveal so much here to this unknown, in this tavern full of eavesdroppers.<br/><br/>"You would not understand the bond between father and first born son, nor the significance of reclaiming a families sword that has been passed down for generations." He responds curtly. "I search for my father and his sword on the morrow, at the firt crack of dawn once the Ferry starts up." He finishes his mug. "I will not be deterred by wives tales of dark mysterious monsters and I have slain my share of bandits not to fear them anymore."