As the burst of light exploded across the room Geoff felt the wave of magical energy wash over him causing his amulet to sparkle for a moment as it automatically nullified any effects the spell may have intended for him. Like a shot his arm reached out towards the fireplace, the knobbly old staff hanging above it leaping across the room and into his hand.

Pointing the lump of wood towards Mirai in a manner which was a fairy wing's breadth away from being threatening Geoff scowled at the regular unhappily, [color=39b54a]"Oi,"[/color] He barked out loudly, [color=39b54a]"Watch the magic, these enchantments aren't cheap, y'know!"[/color]

A moment later the wizard was gone, leaving behind only a wisp of smoke. [color=39b54a]"Yeah, you'd better run,"[/color] Geoff mumbled to himself.

[@User] [i]"Umm excuse me sir? Umm, do you have a 1267 Falmer wine"[/i]

Carefully lowering the weathered tree branch Geoff turned his attention to the new customer, clearing his throat with a deep rumbling cough before smiling at the small man. [color=39b54a]"I'm sorry you had to see that Sir, now Falmer wine y'say?"[/color]

Reaching up Geoff scratched at his chin for a moment as he tried to remember what he had stocked in the cellar these days. [color=39b54a][b]"Don't get much call for it in these parts, and I know we don't have any of the 1267 in. As far as I recall there may be a couple of bottles of the '76 still downstairs, if that'll do you? We also have plenty of the '82, but we tend to use that to clean the privies, as I'm sure you'd understand."[/b][/color]

1282 had been a particularly bad year for the Falmer wineries, an invasion by nerglings had left the grape harvest almost entirely destroyed and the Falmers had been forced to use the only crop they had plenty of in order to fill their quotas. Unfortunately it was almost universally agreed that nerglings wine was by far the worst tasting beverage ever concocted and now the only places bottles could be found were in the lairs of the most evil of evils, served to their 'guests' as the greatest of insults allowed within the rules of etiquette. And in troll bars, as their rocky nature made the highly acidic brew a delicacy.