"Yes, well, I wouldn't do it except in combat, you know." Mareth teased in return, then shrugged. "I'm a bard, and make the potions with my own spells. That's why I have such a...limited variety at the moment? I need to get some friends to help out with that, I'm afraid. But I'll drop by for a drink later. Maybe even bring some of my favorite wine, hmm?"<br/><br/>As the warrior left, she began closing up shop, getting together her things again and humming to herself. She considered a moment before pulling out a pin and one of several bottles of wine she kept in the back. She carefully opened it and pricked her finger, letting several large drops of blood fall into the liquid before closing it again and swirling the bottle to make sure it was properly mixed in. But after a while she headed over to the Gilded Rose, a slight spring to her step. Things were off to a good start, at least.