The barkeep comes over and fills her glass then looks at Nill. "Ya gonna order sum'n or just take up space?"

Storm looks at him and sets a coin on the counter. "My friend would like some Fae wine. If you have it."

"Aye." The barkeep slides the coin off the counter in his hand. Then he turns away and grabs a glass and bottle off the shelf. He pours a glass of wine and sets it in front of Nill with a grunt. Then he moves on down the bar to the next customer.

"You don't need to drink it. Just ordered it so he'd leave us alone for a bit." 

Storm sighs. "Pixies aren't being treated like that here so don't worry about that." Her eyes widen for a brief second and then she looks at the cloth around Nill's neck. "You keep fiddling with your scarf. And you say you escaped. You still got one of those metal collars on? Is that why you smell... Funny?"

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