After thanking the priestess for her offer again, Tasaril set out with Sera and O'walu for the Coy Nixie, trusting his hood and cloak to protect himself from the rain. He used the walk to lecture the thief some on the value of a little self-control and tact, though he did not expect it to do any good.<br/><br/>After reaching their goal, glad to have managed to reach the tavern without getting wet again, the bard threw his hood back once he was inside and noted the illusions with an appreciative eye.<br/><br/><em>An excellent touch.</em><br/><br/>He was even more appreciative of the dress code for the staff, and flashed one of his best smiles at the buxom woman that greeted them. "A table, and some ale for starters will do wonders, my dear. I am Tasaril, a travelling bard from Sasserine, and those are O'walu and Sera."<br/><br/>Once seated he looked around, taking in the lay out of the tavern, and tried to discern good sources of information - and pretty women. He was a bit concerned about Sera - the staff of a tavern might not be as forgiving as the priestess of St. Cuthbert, which had shown an almost superhuman restraint. The waitress serving their table seemed to qualify for both, and he spent quite some effort flirting with her, playing up how he was new in town, and hoping his tales from Sasserine would be replied to with news from Cauldron, and his compliments with some affection.