That seems to be enough to silence even the talkative bard.<br/><br/>"I must say, that's... quite the tale. I... I'm afraid we don't have anything quite that impressive, though there was that time we took out a demon!" "It was an imp, you idiot." The elf finally speaks up, her voice sharp and cold. "Cerul, play nice. You remember what I told you?" Cerul snorts, then resumes examining the room. "Well, then, sir... mage? Perhaps you'd be willing to join us on our humble quest?" She seems to be playing to his ego, sensing that he's a proud man, especially one to boast of such accomplishments so easily.