"Ah well, it's not wine but you could be serving a worse refreshment. I'll take as many as many of your best quality as this can buy." He said, once again billowing his robes as he turned to take a seat at a nearby table. As he turned a duo of silver coins floated up from somewhere within his robes and bee-lined away to the barkeep's hand, hovering a moment over the palm before dropping naturally into the hand.