"She's my.... instructor," Jana explained, without really saying. She wasn't supposed to come right out and say she was a Bard, was she? No... she didn't think so. And especially not to a lawman. "I came here with her from Rivain. She says I can learn a lot in Orlais, but I miss my home." She missed her friends too, the other members of the Guild. What would they be up to now?
Jana's gaze drifted to the bull head over the fireplace, seeking out the polished monocle some soul with a sense of humor seemed keen to keep perched in front of one of his glass eyes. Shaking her head in mild amusement she followed Rhone across the room. The wide-scarred floor beneath her feet allowed plenty of space to perform, and the dwarves seemed happy to have live entertainment. They'd never turned her away. It was a beneficial relationship. She made more tips off their strong ale, and a happy audience lingered longer to have more drinks.
Her gaze slid back to the Templar in surprise at his question and her cheeks flushed slightly. She hadn't introduced herself at all? How impolite. Carmela would have rapped her knuckles for her behavior. Even if he was just a lawman. "I'm sorry... people call me Jana." She shot him a sheepish look. "And I didn't think to ask your name either. Unless... you simply prefer to be addressed as Ser." There were no doubt those who would, especially by an elf such as her.