"Wet dog is right," she let out a soft chuckle. "I'll be sure to share with you if I come along any good wine," but the smile faltered for a moment. How can she expect them to have high quality wine? People here were poor. It always confused her how the rich could be so disconnected, but it was usually not their fault, being raised in such a way that made them think the world was easy. But she knew better than to voice her thoughts.

"Why are so many Orlesians here, if you don't mind me asking?" Her tone was still light, but there was obvious interest.