Alara nodded to her companion. She would take things from here. She smelled tension from him but decided to ask him about it later. The old man was paying close attention to them both she could tell. She was also trying to ignore all the other sounds and smells that she was picking up on. If this man knew as many stories as he claimed to know he might be able to pick up on her...problem. 

A waiter walked over and she ordered them all some food and drink. "Since the food will take a minute to get out here then maybe you could begin a tale?" She sensed that his tales were defiantly once that he had experienced himself or observed. Maybe not all of them but majority of them. She sat back and the waiter rounded the corner with three glasses and placed them on the table with a pitcher of water and a bottle of sweet wine. Alara nodded to him and he left. "It isn't top shelf wine but it is sweet." She said to the old man and poured herself and him a glass. She placed the bottle back on the table and swirled the glass before taking a sip. A small moan escaped her lips as she took pleasure in the wine. I had been a good bit since she had wine especially the sweet wine.