"Well," Tehr said as he laughed at Johr ir'Dale's joke, "If you're trying to make a match for me, you're doing a poor job of selling the wares."<br/><br/>He took a hearty spoonful of the stew, the hot filling meal taking the edge off his hangover.  "But," he continued after swallowing the mouthful, "I thought all of you big city nobles had half a dozen mistresses all around town.  That's what the rumor is at least.  A different mistress for each day of the week.  At least some of the parties I've been too around town have been quite... lets see... how would you put it politely?  Risque?"<br/><br/>"As for my sister, mother has been looking around for a suitable match for her, I've suggested one or two suitors."  Tehr spooned more stew into his mouth, making ir'Dale wait, then sipping some wine to wash it down.  "Mother did not approve of me meddling in 'woman's business' as she puts it."<br/><br/>Tehr sighed,  "Ok ir'Dale, I can see you're a man of business, let me see the envelope."  He held out his hand, already prepared to pretend to be astounded by whatever the figure was.  He did feel a little sad though, no offer was going to get a yes.  Everything had to go through mother.