Cedar followed the elf-woman's directions to the letter, eventually letting out into a humidity controlled, and cool room lined with barrels that let off heavenly smells.

True to the elf woman's word, there was Yvonne, (pretty as ever), busy inspecting various bottles and barrels. The aromas of several liquors wafted in the air, tattling on her having sampled a few while he was still upstairs.

"[color=7bcdc8]--Uh see ya ain't drunk it all yet![/color]" he crooned with excess joviality. "[color=7bcdc8]Whadda we gots 'ere?[/color]"

He busied himself with the other side of the store-room, sniffing at various kegs and barrels. Something labelled "Mead" caught his attention, stored in small casks. With a mischevious grin, he lifted one off the rack, and carried it to the center of the room. "[color=7bcdc8]Ya ever had ... 'MEAD'... Afore? smell nice & sweet...[/color]" he drawled, reading the charred lettering on the barrel. He broke the seal then turned the bung with it suspended over his mouth to let a thin trickle hit his tongue, and instantly fell in love. It was clearly made from honey, and had a subtle sweetness. It was also very strong liquor, that burned his nostrils. Quickly, he closed the bung, then came up for air.

"[color=7bcdc8]WHOOOO!! Ya gots ta try it![/color]"