The bartender stares closely at Piratharalaxar. He looks deep into the dragon's human eyes then smiles.<strong>"Ah I see what you are... You are a sorcerer. Yes I can see it in your eyes. You know they say they get their magic from the dragons, you know? Anyway for a man of magic like yourself I think the archaeologists are looking for help. They say there was an ancient lost city under the desert. Shouldn't be too hard for a young man like yourself."</strong>Mike then gave Piratharalaxar a hearty pat on the back then went back to serving guests.<br/><br/>The hour long serenading of Serielye was met with a lot of boos and other heckling from the patrons. None where all too happy about the bard breaking the silent hours again, and while the song would seem sweet and flattering to the person it was sung for, it was sour and obnoxious to everyone else. Even Mike didn't seem to like it, but at least he didn't say anything to interrupt it. Instead he set a bowel down next to Serielye. It was filled with some salted wheat cracker chips. Not knowing what she was asking for this was the closest thing he could find as they were crispy, and no doubt added to Laryon's tab.