"Girl," the old bard shouted across the room, "there are a time and a place for everything. Asking a Troubador to perform while he's got his mouth full isn't one of them! Find something else to distract your father, I will not become involved!"<br/>Reyata's father slowly turned and looked at the old T'Skrang with his eyes narrowed. The bard returned the stare, and they locked eyes for a long while without saying a word, sizing eachother up. Finally they gave eachother a slow nod and returned to what they were doing before, wich meant that Reyata still had her father to answer to. She could now also feel the eyes of the old T'Skrang on her, like he hadn't seen her untill now. She didn't particulary like the look, he watched her with such intensity! What had brought this on?<br/>"You were saying, daughter? So good friends you should what?"