Finishing off the last of his drink, Colors started to laugh quite genuinely. "[i]That[/i] is what you consider crazy? Oh, Sabine, Sabine. You are one of the most important people among any of our clans, but it saddens me to hear of how dreadfully dull your daily life must be. Oh, the stories I could tell you about my time making the rounds through Tamriel's ports...defacing statues with paint and undergarments in the middle of the night, stealing pigs and letting them loose in the middle of the count's court, climbing out of lovely women's windows before we found ourselves discovered. All sorts of experiences I wouldn't trade for any amount of gold. I mean, after all, does anyone's accomplishments really matter in the end if they can't say they enjoyed the life they lived?"

Colors pointed his finger at Sabine. "You deserve some excitement. You deserve to be able to let loose, to give in to all your desires and not have to keep yourself so contained. You need to...misbehave every once in a while. You can still fulfill all your duties, carry out all your research, but feel free to have some fun too."

Colors reached into his satchel and pulled out a pastry, not unlike the one he had showed them heading into town. He placed it in the middle of the table, but made no comment about it. He simply left it there without a word as he stood up. "I'm going to get us some more drinks, and I'll hear no arguments about it."

It took Colors only a few minutes to return after he left, with two more drinks in hand. Both came in tall cups, though the one he placed in front of Sabine was different this time. "Here you are. A local wine; a pretty reasonably strong staple of Evermore, according to the bartender."