Mitchel laughed, her heart and soul where in the same place. "You are a collected girl." Mitchel stood up and walked over to his bag and pulled out a flask with his family crest on it. "It's not ale but you might like it. It's a little strong so be carefull. Don't let the green fairy touch your toung." He went back to the fire and pored himself a cup of tea. "So tell me about yourself. Who is Yovela?"