Mareth nodded intently at the description of the meat, then giggled at Sylvia's description of her intentions on other bards, making a throwing away gesture. "Oh, you're quite right. Some<em>are</em>that way...and many of them are con artists looking for an easy way to get rich."<br/><br/>"As to companionship..." Mareth paused, looking at Sylvia carefully before offering quietly. "Would you like to join me at my home tonight, Sylvia? I know you've purchased rooms here, but my home is more...private. Without so many eyes and ears. I am merely...offering."<br/><br/>((Diplomacy 19+14=33))