Yes

A good, long look at his mother's full, red lips seems to change his mind. "Weeeeell, if she wants to... I guess it's alright."

She jumps up in glee and claps her hands. "Yes! I'll go pack, and explain it all to your father."

You smirk at her enthusiam. This woman is going to be a lot of fun. "We will meet here at dawn." Molly nods and runs off like a child who is promised a new toy.

Jordan shakes his head at his mother's behavior. Then he looks at you. "Umm, I suppose it's a little late to ask, but what exactly are we going to do once we leave Avaria?"

"Ah, of course," you say with a grin. "Our mission is to travel lands far and wide in order to bring back beautiful and exotic women for the realms rich and powerful."

He gives you a wide-eyed look of wonder. "Really? I'm surprised that many women would want to come here." Jordan gives you a sideways look. "They do want to come here, don't they?"

You shrug. "Some of them perhaps. It doesn't matter to our client."

Jordan's eyes grow even wider, and he leans in and says with a whisper: "But doesn't that violate, like, a dozen treaties?"

You shrug again. "Let's just say our client is making it worth our while, and his clients are powerful enough not to care too much."

The boys eyes remain wide. Just yesterday he was nothing but a cobbler's son, and now his eyes are opening to the lifestyle of those at the top of the food chain. "I should go pack as well, and say goodbye to my father," he says after a short silence. He stands and shakes your hand before making his way out of the tavern.

After he leaves, but before you rise, you feel a hand on your shoulder.