"Personally, I've never cared for meat too much.  I did find I have a bit of a fondness for these little curled fish-things... shrimp, I think they called them," Sylvia replied.  After taking a few more bites, she nodded towards the bottle of wine Mareth had brought with.  "What kind of wine did you bring?  Something of your own making, perhaps?" she asked, sounding a bit hopeful.<br/><br/>She nodded as Mareth explained, giving a small, nostalgic sigh before replying.  "Yes, I know what you mean.  I spent the better half of a century at home before I even went more than a dozen miles from my family.  Not that I have anything against them, mind, but staying in one place can get... well, boring.  Some of the town elders thought I must have a little human blood in me," she added with a laugh.  "That's also why I learned the art of fighting with a sword, you see.  It's dangerous, going out like this, but it's so much more entertaining than sitting at home and reading books on magical theory or whatever other nonsense they have there..."