"Hmph, you would try to poach my drink." Pieter chuckled. "Sure, I don't mind sharing. I had intended to try new things when I got here, but...I don't know, I just really feel like I need something from home right about now. Besides, a lot of those new things probably have moon sugar. We probably won't be able to avoid the local foods for too long, though. Especially once our own supplies run out. What about you, Sabine; do you want a taste?"

It took a minute or two before all of the drinks had arrived, with Gallus' taking the longest since it required some mixing to make. The ale that Ahnasha and Janius had ordered was a local brew, so it was predictably sweet. The mead was imported, so it had its normal taste. It was difficult to say if it had been imported all the way from Skyrim or not, but it was certainly brewed in the Nordic style. Pieter recognized the label on his brandy, so it was almost certainly imported from Cyrodiil directly. Given the proximity to Leywiin, it was not surprising. As soon as he opened it, Pieter promptly offered a taste to Tzirret. Gallus' order had a bit more sweetness than the ale, as it was made with finely-ground moon sugar. The concentration was not as high as in most foods, but it was definitely noticeable.

Meesei had kept her eyes to the door as they waited. So far, so one with a lycan's scent had entered. It did not necessarily mean that the scouts had left the city, but given the lack of communication they had received from the Senchal clan, it was a possibility. Although, that would not explain the relatively fresh scent of a lycans within the tavern. "As a warning, it may be necessary for us to wait here for a few hours." Meesei commented to the rest of the group.