After a few minutes walk and alot of knife bouncing later the two came across the tavern, the token drunkard flat on his face a few feet from the door. She opened the door grandly like a true gentlegoblin and allowed Vintal to enter first.<br/><br/>"Why don'cha find us a table, preferably one not covered in fel know's what or fel know's who...I'll get the drinks in." She wink and padded over to the bar, ordering two of tankards of ale. She glanced over at Vintal to check she wasn't looking before slipping a small vial out of her pocket with small scribbles of writing on: 'Dalaran's finest love elixir, one drop to give butterflies, two to arouse, three to bed and four lasts 'til rise." Not bothering to read the label she opened the bottle, tipping in a fair amount before depositing the vial back into her pocket and carrying the drinks over.<br/><br/>"Here ya go sweetie, Cantrip's finest may not be great but it'll do the job just right." She pushed one tankard, the correct tankard, over to Vintal and popped herself on a chair. "Poker eh? Not met many elves who like cards."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>