"A cruel blend of spice and sweet that will knock most on their ass if they are not careful! And a sort I tend to avoid, so powerful the flavor it is far, far too easy to hide the taste of poisons." Though it is great fun when he knows for certain the bottle has not been tampered with.

He'll inspect it later, perhaps, and make certain it is safe for consumption. And oh what a night he shall have afterward.

"A traditional dance most often heard in the taverns and inns of Lower Antiva, among the people and not so much the merchant nobility." His fingers dance and pick along the strings, a softer, more honest smile gracing his lips as he speaks with warmth of his home. "It is a marvelous, dangerous city, my home. The Jewel of Thedas- once you've the time? I shall take you. You have my word on that."

Easier to make a promise than wonder 'if'. He's learned that over the years.