[Thancred's domain is fantastical in Stephen's eyes, which is saying much for a man who once touted the title of Sorcerer Supreme. But a bar's a bar, as far as he can tell, and though his curiosity threatens to pull him from place to place that he might fly apart by its tugging, he manages to remain rooted to one spot once he sidles into a seat. He leans an elbow onto the bar top and a scarred hand taps its fingers against the cool surface.]
You've outdone yourself.
[That same hand then reaches out, gesturing lightly at a distant wine bottle; in the next moment, it floats over, and he clasps it by the neck, turning it around to view a label he wouldn't recognize, anyway. But it's of interest to Stephen, just like all things new and unusual, and he lifts a brow.]
You've got to at least start off with a recommendation. How's this one?
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You've outdone yourself.
[That same hand then reaches out, gesturing lightly at a distant wine bottle; in the next moment, it floats over, and he clasps it by the neck, turning it around to view a label he wouldn't recognize, anyway. But it's of interest to Stephen, just like all things new and unusual, and he lifts a brow.]
You've got to at least start off with a recommendation. How's this one?