Keliek't bowed again to the females before him, Xholkrox already long forgotten. Then he headed over to Ari's father who watched him with suspicious eyes. All eyes were upon the old T'Skrang, even Talis had stopped in the middle of one of his longwinded tales, and that had never happened before.<br/>The Troubador and the innkeep talked with low voices, and Ari could see something strange happening. At first her father was his old self, but the more they talked his eyes became wide open in suprise. Soon he was scraping and bowing as if he had royalty before him. That wasn't exactly true. Bishon never saw much use in lords and kings, wich made his attitude now even harder to explain.<br/>Soon the T'Skrang was sitting on a chair in front of the fire, with a large mug of ale and a plate of the best the inn could offer. Whatever was going to happen, it apperantly had to wait untill the Troubador had filled his stomach.