<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/11PnP6B.jpg?1)</div>Alice couldn't help but mirthfully shake her head whenever she heard of Kalistrade's verses. "Unless they're putting that gold into public works projects it seems wasteful to just sit on it. At least it'll be put to good use in your resourceful hands! Although I don't think I have what it takes to don a fat suit myself; that bit of self-consciousness is one more obstacle I have to get over. A shame you cannot openly walk Druma's streets again, although if the populace is as droll as the priests then it may be an acceptable sacrifice."<br/><br/>Although in line with a greater goal, Alice couldn't help but enjoy Tamarie's story-telling ability, and silently made a note to keep in touch with her later if only to see what other capers she'll tell next.<br/><br/>"Oh wow, already empty? Hold on I'll fetch another. I was thinking of some more Galtan Crush No. 36, or Pink Andoran Chill?"<br/><br/>There were likely more than two flavors of wine, but Alice had a fondness for human-brewed confections. More out of an adolescent thrill of going against the grain than sheer taste, but relented if the other clerics' palette veered to a more local bent.<br/><br/>With the perfect excuse Alice toured the lower levels. The sheltering bark of the tree kept out the hot sun and cool winds, resulting in a more subdued atmosphere. She vaguely recalled humans had a fondness for stone castles, which sounded downright unpleasant for the extreme seasons, even tho make her privately thank Calistria for planting her seed in an elven host.<br/><br/>Alice did not go out of her way to interact with anyone in the lower levels, unless she got lost or if one of the staff looked like they knew where to go or what to do. But if any of the sample foods looked delicious enough, she may dare to hazard a taste...