Quint smiled as he sat down, having caught the attention of one of the myriad serving girls wandering the place. SHe refilled his tankard with a flourish and winked as she bobbed off to attend to the contest. He had ordered a strong, bitter brew that gave off the pleasant aroma of grass and pepper as he drank deeply of it. A brew that reminded him of the strange forests and mystical vistas of his home. He hardly noticed the little fellow that plopped down near him, though he felt a strange energy exuding from the boy. The fae regarded him with a cool expression, his face not unhandsome but disturbingly inhuman.