The barkeep wastes no time ladling a bowl of the steaming beef stew, complete with roasted carrots and potatoes, and placing it in front of Alyndra. He digs around underneath the bar for a moment before producing a bottle of what appears to be standard red wine, not white, and it could be from either grapes or berries judging from the color. "This is the only wine I've got, m'afraid, but it's a favorite around these parts. It's got plenty of names, but the polite one is 'triple berry wine," he says. "I know the fellow who makes it, and he tells me it's made from fresh strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries." He pours her a glass of the wine in a wineglass that doesn't appear to see much use, and goes back to cleaning.<br/><br/>"The First Empire?" he says, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. "I'm not big on history, but if it's ruins you're after, most folk around here who go looking for those say they can be found in the mountains to the east. It's a day and a half's ride, but when folks go looking for treasure, that's where they go."<br/><br/>One of the men appears to be staring at her cleavage when she leans over, leaning over partially himself to get a better view, as if he were hoping that a nipple might escape her bodice, but when none does, he returns to his sitting position somewhat disappointed.