The bartender arches an eyebrow at her, but nods, and obliges, heading down to the cellar and returning a few minutes later with an extremely dusty bottle, the label peeling off and almost unreadable. "Three gold," he says, as he pops open the bottle, and pours her a glass of the rich, red wine.<br/><br/>He looks her in the eye, and nods slowly. "Had a break-in, about three nights ago. Bunch of thugs broke into a couple of the rooms, and robbed them of valuables, in broad daylight, even. Couldn't get away to call the guard, so they made out with quite a bit."