Vincent found the explanation to how the wine was made, interesting. Though in truth he cared little, it was a bit of information to know. If for any other reason, the knowledge would help dazzle some party guests.
"Apologies friend" Said the newcomer who had answered Vincents question on wine. "I sometimes cannot resist displaying the knowledge my fine partner teaches me. She is Anora Eventide and I am Dimitri Wladisyaw, Duke of this city and you are Vincent Stefan who is in this city to look for some items and visit a friend." Instantly Vincent knew what Dimitri was going to say next, it was not so much the manner in which he spoke. More it was the way he spoke, it was as if he knew the half elf already, as if they where old friends. "The provost of the little fortress to our east as well I understand, how fascinating." Continued Dimitri, causing Vincent to wince. The half elf's fist balled but for a second and then it was gone. The Half elf returning to his original state. The others where not so forgiving, slowly Vencenti began to get up a flash of what could have been metal in his hands. It took a quick look from Vincent, and a small hand gesture to get the elf to sit back down again.
The situation calm again, Vincent turned his attention back to Dimitri who appeared not to have noticed the exchange. "how fascinating, perhaps I may go so far as to buy you and your friends a drink and ask you to join us?" The Duke remarked. Vincent remained silent, for a while. Anora the local who Vincent had noticed first gave her own greeting. "Ah, a provost? That explains the rather vigilant posture of your companions." Though he fought it, he could not help but wince again at the naming of his rank. It was not something the half elf wanted the population of the bar to know, yet these two peaple spoke of it as though such knowledge was common. Perhaps thought the Vincent, maybe it was.
It was a gross miss calculation, Vincent though at last. coming here trying to hide who he was. The Fortress had to have some spy's in it from the city. Such things where only natural, part of the game. Vincent had to admit that if his role was reversed he too would have placed such spies. It was the only safe way to deal with a unknown such as the fortress. The problem now was that, Vincent and his men where now trapped in the tavern, with a number of potential hostiles. With only Vencenti's daggers as weapons. Not for the first time the Half Elf cursed the rules of the golden dragon.
all those thoughts passed Vincent's mind in a mater of moments, in the end not missing a beat the half elf responded
"It is always a pleasure to meet a Duke" remarked Vincent to Dimitri, then to Anora he added
"The men ye speak of my lady are friends more then body guards. The man to my right here, is Vencenti Malcurio, to his right Ssavatt, and lastly Greggo Maskist." Vincent indicated each in turn.
"We would be...delighted to join ye for a drink."