Your impromptu verse gets a genial laugh from everyone present, but the two women don't release you from their gazes just yet.<br/><br/>"Come now, my dear..." Says the raven-haired beauty. "Your question already tells you the answer."<br/><br/>"Too much truth will grey a man's hair. Just ask Peytar." Quips the woman in the veil, eliciting a good-natured jeer from the old man with the fiddle.<br/><br/>"One man, one truth." The two say in unison, and two hands come in to rest on your thighs. "One insight beyond the curtains of mortality..."