Arelia's lip twitches slightly, "Yes, I have heard of the place. I am a scholar, so therefore I know of it. Very warm, or was, at least, since Faust showed up. My poor mountain grew colder, not that I mind much. As you probably could tell, I have a strange smell, do I not?" She says, taking a bite of her meal. As if on que, Cerberus begins eating as well.
Arelia takes a sip of her wine, "Now, this is purely assumption, but you are a Draconian Druid, are you not?" She muses, swirling her wine around in it's glass. She brings it to her lips and inhales it's scent before taking a drink.
She sighs, then pulls out a vial of red liquid and pours a few drops in before returning the vial to her pouch.
She swirls the wine and sips it again, this time smiling at the taste. She glances up at William, "Well?"