Jymson shook his head at Rob; the scoundrel had his maiden-bedding head on again. "Elora, be 'er first name, but I ain't too sure 'o the last," he slurred. "Clothe merchant 'o some kind. Too good for you, ya bastard, besides, 'er mother would have your guts for garters. Literally, like." 

"She's a Goddess though, did you see her Jim?" Chimed in Tedmin, smirking broken teeth beneath his thatchy beard. 

Jymson clipped his friend around the head. "Oi, you're taken, and besides, you're an ugly mug. You'd not get twenty feet from her before she had the guards 'ave ya." 

Seeing that Rob was genuinely interested, and Jymson being a man of great honour when it came to revealing women's identities to his rowdy but good willed patrons, he leant in. 

"'er 'ouse is about a twenty minute walk down the street, but ya best take yer men with ya, or call for backup from the watch, because that girl's mother could put an entire legion to the sword with her savage mouth alone," he said, holding up a hand that bared the feint trace of a crescent shapred scar. "Literally, she bit me hand 'cus I let that little one in 'here about two years back when she weren't meant to. Tried to calm her down, like, but she just chomped my hand. Never been so close to caving in a woman's skull, I tell ya!"

Standing back, Jymson offered his customary warning. "You know the rules Rob, any mistreatment or foul mouthing towards her and that's the last time I help you sheath your sword in anything. It's a tight rope, see? Giving out information about desired women, some men would do terrible things with it." 

Tedmin laughed, snorting beer all over the bar. Jymson grimaced.