Quinn listens intently to the bard's tale, smiling in gratitude to Grewyn and taking a curious sip of the glowing elven wine. Before speaking up again. "That sounds...intriguing. I think the fire-sorcerer in Forgotten Vale sounds more likely to be my...old friend," the redheaded beauty says, sounding sad at the memory - but also with a twinge of something else in her voice. "I don't think he would settle down as a ruler, but breathing fire...that would be like him."<br/><br/>Pausing, she takes another, deeper sip of the wine, and runs a hand through her hair. "Do you think it would be possible to arrange for passage through the Darkwood Forest? Or possible even to simply, slip by?"