Long, graceful fingers curled around the proffered skin and raised it to a plump-lipped smirk.<br/><br/>Masina didn't glance at the captive women, they could have been glazed eagles for all the attention she paid them. Her brief good humor had gone when her feet crossed the threshold of the cluttered shop. Only the smirk remained. That went when she raised the skin to toast. She took a healthy swallow of the wine and passed it on with a nod to Anastasius.<br/><br/>Her attempt to say something charming felt a bit flat to her hung-over ears.<strong> "Here's to good wind."</strong><br/><br/>She winced internally and felt her head pound in sympathy.<br/><br/>Turning to face Azuriel she was all business.<strong>"What tribe holds the hilltop?"</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>