"Anzvíti..."  
"Oú ert Bienmǫgr?" 
"Gleymdu því, Það mun vera langt ferðalag, ef við erum í hár saman."     
"Isk år hvågur."

All of the northern language Agnatus heard was foreign to him. The names he heard weren't though. Elden, Ghisronia, Lilianna, Jarin, and Jobe were the ones he had heard so far. 

"Wine?" asked a servant boy who walked by, making a hand gesture towards the three bottles on a tray in his hand. Without saying anything he took the red wine from the tray and popped the cork. He caught himself going for a swig from the bottle and grabbed a glass from the table. After pouring himself, his fourth glass of wine Agnatus was chatting and laughing with a group of people by the names of Opie, Klaus, and Riya. Even through the wine he was thinking of Aurelia. He soon faded away from the conversation and thought of back home. The waves of the ocean bouncing off the beach sand and rolling back around. Laughter. He and his father were walking down the beach, talking of the current war while he was on his short leave. Agnatus treasured this memory, the last he remembers of his father, they were so busy they don't even notice the crabs scuttling towards their feet. [i]Ouch![/i]. His father starts to laugh at the baby crab latched onto Agnatus's big toe. He snapped out of the daydream and heard a voice, the voice of a boy he had heard before, The wine boy, he knew him. From back home, he was one of the lords servants. The boy was still walking around handing wine to people, but he noticed him look over every 30 seconds or so. What was he doing here? The lord wouldn't allow this, would he? Was the wine just a little stronger than his home brew? All he knew was he was getting a bit tipsy and a boy from his home village was here watching over him.

"Excuse me" Agnatus excused himself from the conversation and went over to the fireplace. He added some more wood to the fire taking some from a nearby stack of logs and started to prod the fire. He started to see something strange in the flames. It was Aurelia's face. The wine, it was the wine, he took the rest of the bottle and threw it in the trash, immediately walking over to the table and getting some food. He had to get sober before he did something irrational. Luckily for Agnatus he was tipsy, not drunk and quickly started to see straight after sitting down to eat. 

After Agnatus felt alright he stood back and up and found his small group and join the chatter once again, he could still feel the slight push on his word from the wine but everything he said was all from him. He started to feel self-consciousness start to creep up  in the back of his brain. Before he could mess anything up he just started his next sentence with this,

"Have any of you heard of the southern marbled quail?"