Tannow looked almost amused at the discourteous elf. As if he had been expecting her, he pushed a glass towards her, with a small amount of wine in it. "Not quite enough there to ruin any more books, I'm afraid. It's good, though. Drink up, will you?" He waited expectantly. Everything seemed so close, this last detail would either seal the deal or force him to re-strategize in a very small amount of time.