A cheery tune on his lips Tasaril walked towards the temple of Pelor in the morning. That had been a<em>good </em>night with Lisa. Passionate and open minded, but not as complicated as other women he had met. An almost dreamy smile graced the bard's face when he remembered the bar wench's body, the touch of her skin, the sensation of her breasts in his hands, the adorable almost muffled noise she made when she peaked... good times. The only thing marring the day was the early hour he was up. It could not be helped though - they had to get to the bottom of this affair.<br/><br/>Checking his appearance - there still was this cute little cleric there, wasn't it? - the young man strode up to the temple of Pelor. This time he had brought his bow as well.