After thanking the barkeep for the drink, she choose the table closest to the bar for Tristan and herself to wait for his food.  She was about to ask the boy what might have become of his parents when Douglas caught her attention.

"Nevermind what?" the cleric prodded, wondering if perhaps the barkeep knew something of this child's story.  Perhaps he was skilled enough at begging that he convinced every sap that walked through this town to buy him a meal.