[h2]Zoe[/h2]

"Better make it four," she declared as she seated herself, politely inclining her head as Aden passed the glass across, "So this might seem like an odd question, but do you speak Mittelandisch?" she asked, before adding, "I do, quite fluently, along with a few other languages," she said, before switching to well-accented Mittelandisch, by way of demonstration, "[i]Ich bin nicht nur ein hübsches Gesicht[/i]... though I don't speak a word of Ardellian."

"Anyway, I'm just asking as it might be helpful if there are a few people around who have the local language rather than needing to wait for an Inburian speaker to arrive."

She took a sip from the drink, her eyes went slightly wide.  One hand came up to her mouth as she swallowed, followed a moment later by a cough, "Fiery... so that's what the men drink."  As a high-society lady, she was probably more used to drinking wine and its fortified cousins.

She took another sip, grimacing slightly, before declaring, like some kind of politician outlining their manifesto, "I'm going to keep drinking this until I like it!"