[@Song Book] [At a table in the tavern]

A furrow stains his brow with slight agitation and dissapointment.
"Your past is not something to be given up lightly."

He says matter-of-factly. But he lets it slide for now, something tells jet the topic is not forgotten tho.

"So then, what about you is not secretive? Where do you intend on taking your, ah, 'friend'?"