Tirarian perked up at that last statement. "A quest? A quest for what?" Why kind of quest would you take a ten year old (top estimate) on a quest?
She received a drink from Elric, "And why would you come to Estermere? Not much happens here, are you passing through?" Tirarian caught herself. "I'm sorry, I know its not polite to ask strangers their life story. I'm Tirarian, and who might you be little lady?" she offered a damp hand to Anya. The gnome came up to about neck height on her, and noted the dark, but sophisticated outfit now that she had taken hung her cloak up