Tasaril smiled. Things were going well this evening, despite the rather bad start. He winced, remembering the pain when the Scumbag had sliced his chest, then relaxed. That was in the past, in the present he was looking forward to some enjoyable time with the girl - Lisa was her name, wasn't it? The bard listened around until the girl returned, hoping - faintly - to catch some information about the disappearances.<br/><br/>OOC: gather Information: 12