Alexander nodded gratefully hearing Lanestol give his explanation. He was a little upset that Lanestol was not the contact he was expecting for another patron. "[color=39b54a]Let me know if you see something to fit your fancy, Father,[/color]" Alexander said as he grabbed a stone mug to fill. He turned away to grab a fresh bottle to make a mix for Two-One. He made the mixed drink then turned back to Two-One just to see the myr looking back at him. In a jolt of fright, he dropped the stone mug. It hit the floor with a thud and spilled. The shock left him as soon as it came because Aspasia burst into the tavern with some commotion. 

Alexander turned around and grabbed a half empty brownish green bottle from one of the higher shelves. He slammed the bottle down on the counter with a thud. He added a shot glass next to it. With an aggressive tone unusual for pacifist tavern master, He spoke, "[color=39b54a] Aspasia! This bottle is straight from Dominaria, harvested from a vineyard fed by the ash from Shivan Volcanos. You are going to have to pour you own. Try to preserve the bottle please, I get a discount on a refill. I would like to hear more of your story later, but right now i have matters to attend to. The new waiter, Dianna, is upstairs and should be able to handle your orders.[/color]"

Alexander turned away from Aspasia. He did not mean to seem mean and rarely did he offer extra-planar drinks so liberally. Looking down at the stone mug he dropped into the fog on the floor. He kicked it into the corner of over the the side so he would not trip on it. He leaned in closely to Two-one. Angerly and just above a whisper he addressed the myr, "[color=39b54a]You answer me honestly now. Do you have the blight? Have you been corrupted by that Blasphemer oil?! Lie to me and you would be the first on Ravinca to see my wrath.[/color]" Alexander referred to the Phyrexian oil that preceded the invasion and conquest of the Mirran people.

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