Tarquin let out a little chuckle and smirked. "Perhaps that is for the best. Though the walls are thick my keen ears can pick up a word here and there. In all seriousness I'd love to chat with the good father about theology, but he does not seem to approve of my presence." The tall elf did not sound very disappointed by the fact, instead he just chuckled again. "You know what I don't really understand about people - well Eve in this particular instance? Earlier when she had first introductions to my dear Taroyn a few moments later she inquired if he'd give aid to the beast or attack the rest of you." The bard smiled, but there was a very slight hint of annoyance in his voice. "The answer would be no if you were wondering. W- I really don't like those kinds of questions or assumptions. You could say it VEXED me quite greatly. Just thinking about it still makes me absolutely damn livid." Though his tone had the little annoyed edge to it Tarquin did not seem that 'livid' or 'vexed' or then he was just very well at hiding his feelings and keeping his composure. "I do certainly not wish to make all of this about poor ol' me, but sometimes people's attitudes just rub me the wrong way. Of course I am much to blame since I've kept this 'horrible' secret of mine from the lot of you, but..." The tall elf shook his head and smirked. "As you have figured from my point of view I have had damn good reasons of doing so. Now, I'd suggest you go and gather Rockmar before the poor fellow gets bored to death by matters of theology."