Tasaril smiled at the waitress, not being hungry after the meal in the temple, and ordered another ale.<em>From the way she blushes, this Jasper is not a relative. Ah, well.</em>"I take it Jasper is often abroad? Is he a travelling merchant?"<em>And maybe he's got a girl in every town.</em>The bard did not voice that thought, of course, but couldn't help thinking it. He did make further conversation, trying to sound the girl out - maybe the tavern was missing a few regulars.