From the depths of his cloaks, the cadaver extended one hand, the black leather glove coming all the way to his elbow. Palm up fingers outstretched, he seemed to glare expectantly, "Give it." He seemed to demand, in that perpetually crossed tone of voice. Eyes falling on her bleeding hand, "Had i known you were, that reprotchful about blood wine, I would have saved my gold..." Blood wine... Once a crude beverage of the more savage troll tribes, had been taken in, and brought to a culinary art form by forsaken who once prided themselves as distillers... In the vast majority of civilized lands, it was illegal, as it only tasted good when made from sentient beings...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>