[Jasper turns his attention to the bar. He drinks at length, narrowing his eyes before emitting an exasperated sigh into his glass. Either way he considers it, this land shall surely bring conflict and war upon his doorstep. He clenches his jaw and downs the remains of his glass in one. Then he pours another glass. His interests lie in relaxing with a good drink.]

More information regarding that monolith would be a fine start. I hardly believe our hosts are sharing all they ought.

[This man's answer would offer information that would need to be corroborated, but it would be information nonetheless. He looks again at the peculiar-looking stranger.]

Have times always been as peaceful as these? I hardly expect three kingdoms vying to control such power have always indulged in diplomacy.