"Wine for me, as well."  He names a vintage he prefers, on the off chance they have it in the cellar; might as well take advantage of her generosity if it's offered.  "A salmon crepe, you say?  Delightful."<br/><br/>Taranis looks about at the others, trying again to assess their capabilities; he finds himself seated between Rose and the half-orc, and wonders if this group will come together or fall apart.  He's seen both, many a time, and there's no real way to tell until they're in the thick of it.