[@HolyHell] [color=lightgray][i]"Anything with Pixie Blood!"[/i][/color]

While awaiting the strange small man's reply about the wine Geoff heard the call come from one of the side tables. Looking over he saw what at first looked like nothing more than a pile of rags and an old broom and was just about to shout over to Hilda to clean the mess up when he spotted the clawed hand pushing the gold coin across the weathered old table top. Long ago he'd made the decision to never turn away a paying customer who was still sober enough to possibly return to the bar again to become a paying customer again, so with a shrug Geoff waved his hand in the direction of the table, causing the coin to magically jump through the air and into his palm.

Slipping the gold into his pocket Geoff placed one of the smallest glasses in his stock onto the bar before reaching underneath to pull out a welder's mask and a set of tongs. Pixie blood was a tricky brew at the best of times and so with the mask in place Geoff carefully lifted the bottle with the tongs and allowed three drops to fall into the glass. As each one fell it caused a small mushroom cloud to form over the shot glass and what varnish there was on the wooden surface beneath began to slowly peel back away from it.

Stowing his tools back in their rightful place and not wanting to place his waitress in risk Geoff waved his hand to lift the glass magically into the air, carefully guiding it high over the heads of the other patrons before setting it down in from of the small cloaked creature with its broom.

[@User] [color=lightgray][i]"Ill take your oldest wine if you please"[/i][/color]

With the order complete Geoff turned back to the small man with a smile, [b][color=39b54a]"Certainly. That'll be 2 gold for the 861 Dothrakian Bitterleaf. I understand it's one of the last three bottles in the country and a rather fine choice, if I may say Sir. If you take a seat I'll have the waitress bring a glass up from the cellar for you momentarily."[/color][/b]

Clicking his fingers Geoff signalled to Hilda that there was work for her to do, and immediately rolled his eyes as her saw her pocketing the silver coin and note left by Mirai. Whatever those two were upto now couldn't be good, and Geoff only helped it wouldn't end too badly. Mirai was a good customer and Geoff made good money overcharging him almost every time the mage was in town, and Hilda was useful to have around too.

[@User] [color=lightgray][i]"So has the Iron League came by?"[/i][/color]

Geoff carefully turned away as the stranger brought up the Iron League, he'd learnt long ago not to involve himself in politics, quests or any game which involved juggling live animals. Instead he reached for one of the many glasses piled up on the bar and began to wipe it 'clean' with the rag hanging from his belt.

Hopefully one of the other patrons would answer the stranger's question for him, that or the man would take a table and spend the night drinking until he'd asked everyone who came in the same question while his pockets slowly emptied into the till.