"Yes miss, let's be fast so you can get your delicacies. You deserve something special after such a splendid fight!"<br/><br/>The vendor skipped quickly behind the rug merchants stall, where rugs from all kinds of strange materials and skins were displayed.<br/><br/>"It's here."<br/><br/>She stopped before a very humble looking stall, small and undecorated, where a muscular young man was asleep, his chin leaned on his arm. He was snoring.<br/><br/>"Mikel! Wake up, you have a customer, you worthless spell-cracker!"<br/><br/>The vendor was looking at Kyrie with nothing short of fannish adoration.<br/><br/>"And no miss, I would never betray you. I am honest and I am very hard working and ambitious. That's why I suggested you the best place to buy wine. Mikel might be thick, but he knows how to make good wine..."<br/><br/>The young man, Mikel, finally awakened and looked somewheat scared. "What smuggling? No smuggling here, only fine wine! Uh... Oh, what can I serve you madame?" He mumbled out while rubbing his eyes.<br/><br/>edit: make sense motive checks when only you wish to, as well as other social skills when appropriate.