They were not that, at all, but should the world hopping plans she currently didn't remember making go well, she may get her wish to meet one. Someday. "Usually you'd be quite wise to take my advice on wine," he chuckled, giving her shoulder a little pat. "The wine of Faerun, at least. We'll have to see what they have here. I shall return momentarily, darling."
With a parting bow, he swept off through the crowded bar and had a conversation with the person tending bar, and returned a short time later with a glass of deep burgundy wine in each hand. "Here you are, my dear," he drawled, setting one glass in front of her and settling himself in the chair across from her, all but draping himself across it because why wouldn't he sit like a total slut. He sipped the wine--it was passable, at the very least not vinegar masquarading as wine--and flung his free arm over the back rung of the chair. "Now, let's see...the thrilling and terrible tale of how a poor magister like my good self found himself swept away from the city of Baldur's Gate. Tell me, darling, are you familiar with the Illithid? Sometimes better known as mind flayers?"
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With a parting bow, he swept off through the crowded bar and had a conversation with the person tending bar, and returned a short time later with a glass of deep burgundy wine in each hand. "Here you are, my dear," he drawled, setting one glass in front of her and settling himself in the chair across from her, all but draping himself across it because why wouldn't he sit like a total slut. He sipped the wine--it was passable, at the very least not vinegar masquarading as wine--and flung his free arm over the back rung of the chair. "Now, let's see...the thrilling and terrible tale of how a poor magister like my good self found himself swept away from the city of Baldur's Gate. Tell me, darling, are you familiar with the Illithid? Sometimes better known as mind flayers?"