<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> You get the feeling that Bastel is fudging the truth a bit about not knowing anything about his birth parents. He is not telling a full lie about not knowing and not being told....but he knows more about it then he lets on. He just isn't willing to share yet.</div></div><br/>Bastel chuckled, taking no offence to the small jab at his size."Oh, when your head is pounding as if some goblin is playing jump rope on it, you might reconsider."He said with a playful tone, enjoying the little jest in itself. Just another joker in their now three man band of travelers. He listened intently to Lara's story, intrigued by the few things that were not here in this world, though. He had to say, using something that was a big metal bird was silly when you could just ride an airship. But he did not voice his opinions out loud, for that would be both mean and rude. But the halfling empathized with the tomb raider, knowing what it was like to not know your own mother that much. He rubbed his arm, not sure what to say about it.<br/><br/>"If I may be bold to say anything, your father should have been more supportive of your desire to experience the world around you. It's a bit of a gnomish thing to say, I suppose, but it's true....Though he might also have been trying to protect you, his child, but not being open about it....But again, I apologize if I have overstepped my bounds. I just...tend to think too much on things, is all. My own father was a bit of the same way as yours..."Orrin said softly as Lara had finished her story about her life so far. The story had struck him a bit when it had told of her father, wanting to keep her away from danger. While Orrin's father had tried to do the same, he had done so for a reason that was not out of love or caring, but because of his unique state.<br/><br/>As the trio had been all sharing their small bits of history, a small building had appeared in view. It was a nice sized building, with a sign, a frothy mug held by a little black cat with a silly grin emblazoned on it's sign. It read "Black cat Inn" in common, and despite what one would think of a bar that would serve adventurers, there wasnt too much sound coming from within...