Mead and Fireside

- Dalen Woodland, Night of 1 DSTR -

"Ambercrest Mead it is." Lafayette said taking an oddly shaped bottle from the trunk he went back to the wine managing to pull the cork free of the wine. He gave the bottle a sniff. "Magnifique." he said, though he didn't have wine glasses he did have cups in his pack taking out 3. Pouring himself a glass of wine. "Not how one should enjoy such a vintage but can't gagnez-les tous...oh...win them all." he corrected himself to speak the local tongue.

He pulled the much easier to remove cork from the mead bottle pouring her a bottle of the fairly rare mead. You had to know people to get his in the home land, and getting it in these parts it wasn't anything you would ever see unless you traveled. "Please enjoy, you will never drink a finer mead. You do not have an allergy to roses or lilies do you?" he asked not handing the glass over yet. His voice carried what one could consider a tinge of worry. "Wouldn't want such an amazing drink to kill, beauty is far less striking on a corpse." he said sitting in her hand. "You can have wine if this would kill you." he said.

Lafayette was strange in the way he carried himself. He stood like a warrior, sat like a man who knew how to mingle, but his voice carried some air of authority at least where he came from.