“Indeed,” Ulric fished the money from the pouch at his belt.  He weighed it in his hand as if reluctant to part with them, but then placed it before the smaller man.  Sampling the wine, the barkeep had been accurate of what he said, but then it was a good sign that the man should know his wares.  Sipping at the wine, he allowed the drink to descend slowly.  “Quite a crowd gathering today – is there any who can tell me of the pretty thing who gathers such adulation?”<br/><br/>It was merely an idle question, as his eyes went from the blue-haired one to the other with whom she was currently engaged in conversing in the crowd.  He turned slightly to look at the tall pale winged individual, allowing for a lingering gaze before turning back to his wine.