Xen flicks her eyes back and forth between the druid and the castaway-- er, assassin-- er, captor... Healer?  She begins to slide her gaze up the druid's thighs.  She prepares to cow the tree-mate with scalding words of warning, but, as usual, her words are too slow for the moment.  "Wine you say?"<br/><br/>Then the sudden appearance of the red-skinned being at the edge of the grove.  "Well, cock."  She says softly, then glances around in an instinctive search for the rest of them.  She glances back down to the fair-skinned captive.  "Sorry..." she whispers, her gleaming amber eyes momentarily softening, before she hoists her axe and turns toward the red-robed... thing.  "Right.  What have you to trade then?  And no funny business, this druidess--" she shrugs toward the other elf, "is mean as an adder with a toothache."  Again, she scans the treeline for any hint of others to be wary of.  ((apparently, she does so poorly... listen 19, spot 7))