Florie to Andre at the bar
For a moment Florie was delighted to have new custom other than the rude brash barbarian. She turned with a relieved smile that was almost genuine to take in the new man walking in. She paused mid step, uncertain with what she was seeing and how to best approach him but his attitude soon guided her actions. His smirk wasn't encouraging in the least and Florie felt a headache forming in the spot behind her eyes. The fates were really messing with her weren't they?
Sighing her smile became tighter, her teeth barely moving as she spoke.
"Certainly sir, I'll bring that right over to you."
She turned to where the wine was kept and bending low, a movement which highlighted another of Florie's mountainous assets and found in the very back of the cabinet three very dusty bottles of Elven red. It wasn't often that any of the clientele here requested such refined beverages. She spent a moment wiping the dust off until the bottle looked clean and then deftly removed the cork with a quick gesture. That the wine was of a rare vintage was lost on the barmaid, that it had been stored there in the cabinet for more than a generation, the cool conditions ripening it into perfection was also lost on her. She called out a price stunningly below the bottle's value already longing for a puff or two of her pipe.