Primarch:<br/>The bartender turned to the dwarf. He was wearing a white button down shirt, a black vest, and a scarlet satin bow-tie. Looking down at the dwarf while drying a glass with a cloth he says "Of coarse we have an excellent stock of ales, wines, and mead. imported form all over..." he stop when he remembered who he was talking too. "You know what I'll just get you a strong drink and a bloody steak." He turned around to put an order in to the kitchen. Then he poured the dwarf a drink. He came back with a mug the size of the dwarfs head, filled with black ale and a dark brown head. It smell so strong Momohime could smell it on the other side of the room.<br/><br/>NicciKotor:<br/>The man's face turns beet red when Momohime starts to get cozy with him. Nervously he clears his throat "Ahem, well... you see... about that... I'm a Geometer and my spells are a little" he gulps and is now sporting a tent in his robe. Then lets out a nervous laugh and he moves his book to his lap to cover it up "ah he-he... harder. I collect a lot of spells and most likely already have all the ones you have, but tell me your spells and if I don't have it. A trade would be in order. If not then you'll just have to pay for it."