"One more for the lady," Tehr mentioned nodding his head next to the orcess on the seat next to him, and then pausing for a moment he looked at the small menu and said, "This honey mead, made with local honey?"  When the bartender nodded Tehr beamed, "I'll have that then."  While honey mead often was a little more potent than ale, it wasn't as strong as wine.  Plus there was a long standing belief that local honey mead kept you healthy.  Tehr had even heard of a group of travelers that carried with them a notebook that detailed all the locales that they'd drinken honey mead in, as if it were some sort of competition or contest.<br/><br/>Tehr waited for a minute for the bartender to produce the drinks then took a sip.  Cellar cooled and naturally sweet and yeasty, it was strong on his tongue and he vowed no more than one refill, lest he be crawling back to house Ravos tonight.  After his sip he turned on his stool and raised the mug and said, "I saw your fight today.  I must admit, I'd never seen anything quite like that.  You must train long and hard to develop skill to have put down Duke Caelor so quickly miss......?"<br/><br/>He turned the last bit of his sentence into question, waiting for her to give her name before he introduced himself.