<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/ff/f2/13/fff213e638267735006aea4fcd811023--character-concept-concept-art.jpg)</div>Frethai smiled and her cheeks turned red at the compliment. "Chiskisk's tastes are a bit more uhm.. exotic. And me, I have my own preferences" She said, gently squeezing Tinalia's hand and stroking it with her thumb. As they sat down she quickly scanned the place, then visibly relaxed. "The bar has a specialty drink, but very few people dare drink it. It's called a pangalactic gargleblaster. I've been told that the effects are akin to having your brains smashed in by a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick" She let out a slight giggle, but quickly composed herself. "No idea what that would feel like, but apart from the dwarves, anyone who drinks one ends up in a med facility."<br/><br/>She looked straight into Tinalia's eyes. "and that would ruin what might otherwise be a very special evening." Frethai called over one of the girls waiting tables. "Two Castrovel single malts, sour please." she asked, then turned back to Tinalia. "What was it like being such a famous performer and travelling all over? Must have been an amazing experience"