Giligain was perplexed by the woman's strange words. He pointed down the hall, "Bathrooms that way miss." He smiled at her her in what he hoped was a charming grin as she walked past him and towards the indicated direction.

He returned to the kitchen, and down a trap door into the cellar. Gil had never been a fan of wine, he found it required to much patient to acquire what was the correct flavor. Why should he have to work so hard for the perfect sip when ale and mead gave it away for free?

Regardless, In Godwin's few moments of free time, he liked to make his own wine from grapes and berries grown in his own garden and in the countryside of Roselake. The bottles had gathered dust over the years, but he selected a chokecherry wine that had never been open.

He returned to the kitchen and poured two glasses. He nibbled on his bread while he waited for the woman to return. He had a few questions for her.