Crom nodded as the woman spoke. If nothing else, she seemed marginally hospitable. A glow filled his eyes as the box of wine was opened. Johnathon passed the box to him. He pulled an orange-ish bottle from the ice and passed it on to Griff. He studied the label of the bottle carefully. The name was long, foreign, and difficult to pronounce. It seemed to be quite expensive. He popped the cork from the bottle with his knife and breathed in the aroma of the beverage. It smelled quite strong, though there was a slight sweetness to it's scent. Crom brought the bottle to his lips and took a sip from it. The wine was extremely strong, but the sweetness of the scent carried over to it's flavor. It tasted every bit as expensive as it looked. Crom took a larger drink from the bottle with a smile. "Quite good." He said, looking over to Johnathon, who seemed to be sewing. For a moment Crom watched as the young man's fingers ran the needle through the patch, embroidering it carefully. "So, what are you doing there?" He asked, curious as to just what his friend was doing. He knew very little about stitch work, there had been seamstresses in Esterl, but he had never really observed their work. They were nearing Loenn now. Crom took another swig of wine, unsure of what was yet to come.