"You've seen the nobles wandering, they'll probably demand Orlesian wine. We'll probably be able to start brewing something of our own here when things settle down more. Can't really say otherwise at the moment. You'll probably find something you like, if you don't make yourself sick trying everything."

That look on Sam's face has him curious as to just what he's about to say. Personally, he just prefers not to waste the ale, and Sam doesn't look sickly, so he doesn't care.