Hearing something about a tavern when that elf person starts talking, my ears perking up instantly. Jumping onto the port deck and sauntering off to the small town to see about the booze stock and what sort of new vintages they may have had made on such a small island. After all, I am always looking for new and interesting experiences, as I casually tie my cloak around my neck while sauntering off. Not at all worried about the boat getting restocked as that is not my job.