[Vincent Stefan]

Many conversations filled the hall of the tavern Vincent and his men found themselves in. Though most where quit, mumbles and a random splattering of laughter. One conversation on the other hand grabbed the half elf's attention almost immediately.

"No, it's not a typical merlot, but I assure you it would still be pleasant to the palate of one who was not a connoisseur." The voice belonged to a local Women by Vincent's estimation. The bar keep seamed to know her so that spoke of some familiarity. "Lavender though, Miss? It's got flowers in it?" remarked the man behind the bar, to the locals comment. In truth Vincent had to wonder what a merlot with lavender in it would taste like. Most likely no different then the average version just with a bit of a purple tinge to it's color. From the look that crossed the local woman's face, the bar keeps response was not what she had been expecting. Though, what she had expected was a mystery to the half elf.

"Not in the traditional sense." The local women remarked a few seconds later, after she had composed herself again. By this point the bar keep noticed Vincent and his crew, and so excused himself politely to tend to the new guests. As the group read off there requests for drinks. It fell down to only Vincent, who did not order a drink. In truth the half elf was obtaining for his pet raven Shadow, who was even now probably horribly board on the roof of the tavern. Vincent, had decided that if his friend could not relax, then he would not as well. Plus, the half elf needed his head if he wanted to find what he came looking for anyway. Beer, especially cheap beer, always seamed to go strait to Vincent's head.

As the bar keep shuffled off to collect the drinks Vincent found his eye drawn to the local who was still siting there waiting for the bar keeps return. She sat as though, she owned the place. In truth, it was posible she did,what did Vincent know. whelp one way to find out thought the half elf.... sliding over just so close as to be heard above the background noise but not so that he seamed a threat. Vincent began "Serale, I Could not help but overhear yer conversation just now with the bar keep. I must say, I am interested to know..Is this wine you refer to Lavender based, or is the color added later?"