The Innkeeper's sudden enthusiasm to give them drinks on the house made Siralai wary, at first. She nodded to each of them when they deemed to speak to her, keeping back a little, not exactly the type of person to open up to a group of complete strangers though it seemed apparent that the Innkeeper was determined to stick them all in one room together. Oh joy. Her slim fingers took the glass and she started lifting it to her mouth, before she sniffed and stopped. [Option #1, Nature's Child]. If there was one thing the elf knew, it was herbs. The mixture in her glass was a potent one, obvious to the Mage who complained of its bitterness. Poison, no doubt, she was sure. Slowly, she set the glass back on the counter before her and gave the Innkeeper a almost secretive smile, a slight up tilt of her pink lips.<br/><br/>"I'm not all that thirsty, my apologies for turning down your hospitality," she said, though her eyes showed him she knew exactly what it was that was going on here. "I prefer to see my drinks made." A subtle hint here and there, set the<i>sneaky</i>Innkeeper on his toes. "Being an elf and all, I'm sure you understand."