The half-elf that Urd had poked turned out to be an alchemist, and far more inebriated than she was. He gibbered excitedly about his research, how he was on his way to Sudia for some sort of unique fern that was<i>definitely</i>going to assist in a breakthrough and soon he'd be turning lead into gold. Or something like that, his words were very slurred and jumbled together, which made following the conversation a great deal more trouble than it seemed to be worth. Worse, it was nearly impossible for her to get a word in edge-wise, aside from the occasional "Oh?" or "Uh-huh" to prove she was still awake. As enjoyable as it was to listen to someone who loved their work, the dwarf wasn't keen to be on the wrong end of a one-sided conversation.<br/><br/>She found her attention wandering when a pair of women moved close to her seat, one of them appeared to be hitting on the cook's aid. Or he was hitting on her, either way would have been entertaining. But then, as the woman turned away she uttered the magical word. "Whiskey."<br/><br/>"Excuse me a moment," she held her hand up to stifle the alchemist's current rant about the hidden properties of water. Swivelling around in her seat, she tapped the coated woman on the shoulder. "Hi there!" she introduced herself loudly, before there'd even been a chance to respond. "Here for a drink? Sit down and make yourself uncomfortable, hah!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>