"Why do you think I resisted the temptation?" she asked the alchemist, "I've had that kinda stuff before." She had identified it by the stench that it put off, to her at least, "No offense to our good, ashy halfling here, but I like sweeter drinks." Not to mention that her fahter, Baron Gravante, wouldn't of let the stuff within half a mile of his house. "But, I think that under the circomstances, we can at least put up the front that we won't blackmail each other... being blackmailed once is enough at any given time, don't you think?"<br/><br/>She grinned then, "I'm Tari, by the way."