It was indeed a bottle of wine that sat on the table.  Though it was covered with a fine layer of dust, she couldn't resist picking it up and running a finger across the label of the bottle.  It took her a moment to read the label as it appeared to be hand written in a loose flowing script that had faded slightly over the years it had sat here.  But as she was able to read and speak elvish she found a bit of a delight once she'd figured out what she held.  High elven moon wine!  This would be worth a pretty penny if she sold it to the right person, enough to pay for a month or more at an average inn at least.  Of course, this rare vintage was not often found so far from the elven lands where it was painstakingly produced only beneath the light of a full moon, blessed by priestesses, and then only sold to those that the elves trusted.  A part of her wondered if it could really be as fine as the stories said.  Certainly she'd never tasted it, nor was she likely to get a chance to do so again.<br/><br/>She held the bottle in her hands and made her way over to the soft leather chairs, taking a seat in one as she shone the lantern on the bottle, noting how even the bottle itself was a work of art.  The glass blown into decorative shapes and etched with symbols of the forest.  A hundred gold at least, that's what she guessed it was worth, maybe more.  Then again, what was gold worth compared to the experience of trying it?  Plus wouldn't it be risky to carry a glass bottle in her bags?  What if it broke, then it would be ruined and lost forever.<br/><br/>She felt very comfortable in the leather chair.  It was worn just enough to give to her weight and firm enough to support her.  In fact if she hadn't been so taken with the decision over the wine, she might have even noticed that the chair felt warm, almost as if it had just been vacated by someone else.  But no, she was debating what to do with the bottle.