"Varrik." He takes another sip himself as well. Very casually he moves around the table and sets his glass down. He places his hands on her shoulders and helps her into the chair so she doesn't wind up on the floor. The scrying eye that had been following the elf disguised girl floats over the table. Varrik looks over as sees the slight glow to the magical item, he reaches up and grabs it. The slight glow fades and the orb turns to a deep black. He sets the orb down on the table and it remains there motionless.<br/><br/>The man chuckles a bit, "Glad to hear it, just take it slow, I can bet this is your first time. It is a rare drink. I don't want it knocking you out before we've had a chance to . . start." Varrik pulls up a chair and sits down beside his new companion, his position able to look over the woman from head to toe. His eyes thoroughly enjoying the sight.<br/><br/><br/>((Con save DC 16, fail and your Int and Wis fall by one temporarily))