Alyndra's nose twitched at the sight, and smell, of the stew.  At least it had vegetables, but it certainly looked... crude.  She just hoped they didn't season it with dirt or manure.  That part from the book had to be false, right?  She nodded her thanks and carefully lifted the wine to sniff at it.  The aroma was, strange, but it was certainly better than ale.  She took a slight sip.  It was bearable, if clearly the work of an inferior process.<br/><br/>"The mountains?"  She asked as she noted down what he had written.  "Have many found treasure there?"  A well looted ruin was not what she wanted, but it might be a start.  "Do they say where in the mountains?"  She hadn't touched her stew yet but, as she waited for a response, she pulled finely crafted silver spoon from her bag and carefully ladled up a small portion to her lips.  She leaned forward as she did so, this time giving the barkeep a pleasant view down her robes.<br/><br/>She didn't notice the man who had leered at her, either when he leaned in, or when he leaned back.  Her entire focus seemed to be on the barkeep.