Savil blinked and then broke into a slightly guilty smile. "I really need to remember that nobody here is from Velgarth. The Peligirs is a long strip of forest and hills. A long time ago there was a mage war and that area was left tainted and damaged enough to spill over to the natural world. Strange creatures, moving trees, phantom armies... There are small clans called the Tale'sedrin living there draining off the excess energies and healing the forest so it can be habitable again. They bond mentally to various birds so 'wingsibling' is a bit of an endearment."

She paused and then laughed with a glance over her shoulder at a glowing blue sphere that was hovering over a 3D chess set a little ways away. "Yes, I'm sure they would." Savil turned back with a much more open smile. "That's my partner, Kellan. She's lost a bit of weight..." After a slight pause it seems that Savil finally remembers about the whole question of drinks and shakes herself. "Plums I know, though they're a bit on the sweet side for me. Unless you know of a way to spice them up a bit?" Bartenders knew far more than she did on such matters.