Endorel really didn't much like going into the tavern, and truth be told, he did have a private stock to choose from. He chose to save those for very special occasions; this not being one of those. He had not learned his family trade in exquisite wines, that having been on one of his uncle's sides. Besides, there really wasn't anywhere to grow grapes within the kingdom near the stables; especially since horses love them, and it would be a world of trouble trying to keep them from acquiring them. As he approached, he once again admired the craftwork of the elegant wooden sign suspended outside the walkway; carved into the rectangular plank were two ale mugs in between which were written (Name), and it had a rainbow shaped abundunce of bubbles across the top from mug to mug. The entrance was behind a terraced walkway with grape vines grown up and over it. Just past the terrace the door was framed from either side with a quaint little window with colorful flowers planted in very small troughs at the base of the windows.  He opened the door, and as always, the change in aroma was always a shock, going from fresh greenery into stale ale abruptly. If one thought about it, it would seem to be a magickal effect, but the truth of the matter was, the tavern keeper did not take kindly to anyone abusing her beautiful scenery. She had been known to roughly handle any patron who absently made an accident in her grape yard; many of them being severly injured.<br/><br/>He stood at the end of the bar, he never stayed in the tavern, merely got his drink to go. It was obvious that the keeper did not like this fact, but she chose to let it be. He did not know her name, nor did he really want to know; she presently came over to get his flask, and she looked at him with those bluish eyes with hints of yellow in the manner that she always did. "You staying this time, elf, or am I getting your regular two to go?"  His skin began to crawl with her voice, but managed to state, "Nay, just come for something a bit stronger to drink for the events of the day."  She chuckled a bit, "Well, seems I've heard you have good reason, what with the Queen's prized steed missing." He wanted to yank her by the cuffs of her shirt and spurt some rather choice words at her nonchalant attitude, but chose instead not to get the brunt of an attack for doing so. He put the flask down on the bar and turned around to view the other patrons, of which there were very few being morning and all as she took the flask over and filled it from the keg and came back, "So, you are off to the King's court to be judged?"  He turned about quickly, placing the usual two coins on the bar and downed his drink so she could refill it. She was looking at him with her usual sultry pose for which he had a strong distaste. It always seemed to him that she was trying her best to lure him into her bed with an almost animalistic charisma that would probably work for many a men, but not for him as he found it quite repulsive. "I'll have you know that I had to clean up the mess of that horse and my father was killed in the attack as well; I am to take his place." She was taken aback at this, having not known the full details. She took the flask to refill it and returned, "My apologies, I guess I did not get the whole story from the.....er.....pig's mouth."  She set the flask down, and pushed the coins back to him, "On the house today, sir, and my deepest regrets on your loss."  He retrieved the coins, thanking her for the drink as he took the flask and headed for the door.