"It's nice to meet you, Avery. My name is Raquel Lightning...though you can call me Lightning." She told him, raising her eyebrow at the uncertainty of his words, as if he didn't know himself. She dipped her hand into her pouch to fetch some coin. "Keep that Wyndian coin. Though, you seem like you need a job...How would you like to earn yourself more than one hot meal?" Lightning asked as she gave him a single gold piece, more than enough to cover his food and lodging expenses. She gave him a smile before hearing the doors burst open.<br/><br/>Naturally, Lightning thought that an enemy had come in to raid the tavern. Though when she saw the flamboyant robes and pointy ears belonging to an elf, she relaxed and then looked back to Avery awaiting his answer. She would make a mental note that the elf was holding that brilliant staff. A mage. A very loud one, though.<br/><br/>The bar keep seemed annoyed, though he stuck his hand out expecting to be paid for his services. "We don't serve wine here. We serve ale."