"Conrad Darasv," he introduces himself to the elf with a nod.  "Bladesingers.... elf champions who mix swordplay and magic, right?  My father said he used to know one of them, a couple hundred years ago, but he didn't know there were<em>any</em>left."  For the second time in one tavern, Conrad finds himself as impressed with a woman's accomplishments as her beauty; this is shaping up to be one very interesting quest.<br/><br/>He notices Sonja turn around, and spots the cat-man staring at the three of them.  He gives the feline a lazy smile.... showing draconic fangs.  He raises one eyebrow, asking without words, you have a problem?