Ahnasha followed quietly behind Fendros to his hiding place for the alcohol. As he was taking out the crates, Ahnasha kept a sharp lookout for anything or anyone that might approach them. If a stranger spotted them, they might assume them to be thieves (which they kind of were), or if a member of Fendros' family showed up, they might try to persuade him to return to his former home. Neither of those options would be a good thing. She gladly grabbed the crate when Fendros gave it to her, then looked on with interest as he opened the chest. It contained a single bottle of brandy, which the Dunmer seemed to think was particularly strong. Ahnasha was doubtful at first, but when she caught a whiff of its contents, she immediately recoiled back slightly from the strength of the smell. "Maybe so, hopefully so. I don't pretend to be an expert on Argonian poison resistance, but this might just do the trick. Come on, pack it away and let's go, we need to get out of here quickly." 

Once Fendros had packed away the bottle and grabbed his half of the alcohol, the pair left just quietly as they arrived, save for the faint sounds of the bottles shifting in the crates. After they were over the hill and far enough away from the vineyard, Ahnasha slowed to a more leisurely pace and took a peak inside her crate. "Hmm, it looks like there is enough in these crates to last a while, as long as we hide it from Lorag afterwards. Maybe I can tie the bottles to the top of a tall tree where he cannot reach them. Though, knowing him, he would probably just cut down the tree and try to lick the alcohol off of the ground with his tongue." She said with a chuckle. "I have quite a few stories I could tell you about that Orc, though...he would try to tell you some stories about me when I was drunk. Don't listen to him, I assure you they are all either exaggerated, or completely false."