She raised an eyebrow at both of the man's statements, the first that someone like her would need a reason to call upon the lordling here, and the second that the man wasn't quaking in terror at the fact she was a drow. Perhaps her dragon blood had dulled the color of her skin so that he thought she was a surface... 'fairie' with dragon blood. Though if even dragon blooded individuals were common enough to not have an eyebrow raised...<br/><br/>She shook her head, and gracefully stood up, her wings flicking once slightly with irritation at the lack of reaction. "My thanks, but perhaps another time. I never developed a taste for surface wines."<br/><br/>She stood up gracefully, and exited the bar, pausing outside to look up and shiver in terror, before making sure her mage armor spell was still in effect. It was, and she began making her way to the lordling's manor, wondering if he was going to put up a fight or simply concede to her sovereignty. She suspected the first.