<strong>Marcia &amp; Mandy</strong><br/><br/>The group of men eagerly lead the two ladies to the settlement's tavern. There were a few simple wooden tables about, most of them empty or emptying at that time of the day, most that had come to eat a breakfast had probably set off by now, but a few of the younger looking men were lounging about, and an older man with a bald head but shaggy white beard sat at the counter on a barstool sipping on a large mug of frosty ale loudly.<br/><br/>"They sell what we can get here, frosty beer is most common but they got some good bottles taken from shipwrecks and occasional 'gifts' from the wilderness. Though if you two really want to sample the exotic there's also the nymph's nectar." The wiry lad was advising a smirk on his face, but the bruiser fellow seemed to shake his head at that.<br/><br/>"Don't you go getting them into something weird, the ladies want the finest, not the strangest, so how about a washed-up bottle from three decades ago at Westgate's fields, some good red wine?"