<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=314115.msg15203360#msg15203360">Quote from: Max on 14-12-2019, 22:58:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>With a sigh, she settles onto a bench, getting a blanket to wrap herself up in as she shiver from the outdside cold.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>A bar maid approaches with a pewter mug of fragrant mulled wine. Spices from beyond the Eastern Empire add a very pleasant aroma to the rich red wine, no doubt fortified with a measure of brandy. She holds it out to Millitana.<br/><br/>"I've got two more treasures for you, m'lady." She pulls two low leather moccasins from her apron pockets. Over-sized and fur-lined, they'd be near useless outside on a night like this. But indoors, the outer leather and fur-lining will keep fire-warmed feet dry.<br/><br/>"Now let me towel your hair before you catch a cold. Anything you need, let me, Penny, or Madame Falconer know. She's a bit run ragged, and wouldn't want any guest left by their lonesome if they weren't of that mind. There's a stable hand who's not hard on the eyes, if you're of a mind." Her name is apt, the woman's hair is the colour of burnished red copper. She's slender, and her face has a certain angle to it that hints at a blood relation to Madame Falconer. She turns to the table to men not far from the fire and snorts before firing off a rapid rebuke. "And I don't mean you, John Longtree. I know both your mum and your wife, and maybe it's better you get along to one of them instead of setting about here drinking ale!"