[color=bc8dbf][i]"Is this actually the real stuff?"[/i][/color]

Adrianne pondered privately as she eyed the crystal glass as it was handed to her, swishing the deep crimson content around a bit and watching it with a tone of suspicion. Then she lifted it up to her lips, and took a sip.

[color=bc8dbf][i]"Blood of the gods, it's real!"[/i][/color]

Her eyes widened as she looked at the genuine Synod Ministra vintage. She had expected some cheap off brand or replica, but not the real thing!

[color=bc8dbf]"Thank you, Aviza. How did you even acquire this?"[/color] Adrianne said with a bright smile while eying the Celestian, giving her an approving nod as she took another sip of the vintage; relishing the taste of it. 

[color=f49ac2]"It is just perfect, isn't it?"[/color]

The sickly sweet voice entered into the back of her mind mid sip. Adrianne felt the exquisite taste of the wine increase to ever new heights flavor. She paused suddenly; a look of alarm flashing across her eyes before she gently placed the glass back down.



[color=bc8dbf]"Almost too much... " [/color]She muttered quietly to herself, suddenly feeling apprehensive about taking another sip from the tasteful wine. Her gaze drifted around the room for a moment, impaling a few strips of bacon and munching down on them. It felt glorious, but parts of Adrianne suspected that the credit for the flavor did not lie entirely with the Celestian's cooking. She kept on eating, but at a slower pace; enjoying the meal though continually intrigued by its supreme taste. That was until the strange tech-priestess got up, and Adrianne did likewise; not wanting to lose sight of the erratic half-machine-thing lest she not find her before their mission started!

[color=bc8dbf]"Tech priestess. Do you have a moment?"[/color] Adrianne interrupted, approaching Medaira and intercepting her path.
[color=bc8dbf]"I have been having some problems with my plasma pistol recently. Could you take a look a t it?"[/color]

She'd ask, gesturing towards her belted holster at the side of her hip before reaching down and unsheathing an ornamental plasma pistol. It was of an old design, with a gunmetal and brass tint. Its normally plain appearance had been decorated with numerous arcane glyphs and runes, accompanied by figures forming geometric lines; and spine of the weapon shone with a haunting violet light as opposed to the regular blue.

[color=bc8dbf]"It has been making some unusually high-pitched whining noises whenever I've primed it, and smoke was coming out of one of the cables the last time I fired it. Do you think you could repair it for me?"[/color]