[Rhargn Etn]

Rhargn watched as the beautiful crimson liquid elegantly danced out of the bottle and into the pristine glass. Upon filling the glass, the ruffian began removing his tough leather gloves, placing them on his lap, before recieving the glass with a 'thank you'. "Paxian Red Wine... I'll remember that next time I'm in Longbeard's." He thought out loud with a chuckle, smiling and nodding to the girl as she left the office.

The aroma which caressed Rhargn's nose was so fulfilling that he hastily took his first sip, though that was hardly what it was, as he nearly polished the glass off in one. The distinguised taste was much too sweet for the mountain man and he grimaced as it slipped down his throat. He was unused to the upper class, more civilised drink that was before him, much prefering the smooth, bitter beer he gurgled down at his local.