I've only sampled their wines, which are at least decent thus far. I should imagine the stronger stuff is adequate enough for its intended purpose, but you shall have to be the judge yourself.
Why, of course I am, that's more fun. Will the two magical strangers find each other? We shall find out. See you soon!
[ And that's all she wrote-- Hawke wasn't kidding, tapping on this device is kind of hard on the fingers for someone unused to such a method of communication. Still, this thing is handy. Much more so than xenovoxes or megascopes, Keira has to admit. Maybe a sojourn in this place wouldn't be so bad. She still has her magic at her disposal and nobody seems to be in a hurry to rally up rabid mobs with their pitchforks and torches for the pyres. Most importantly, she was rid of the ghastly swamps of Velen and that rickety cottage full of bedbugs. That was a blessing in and of itself.
Waiting for her companion, Keira occupies a table off to the side, close to the bar. Sitting with her back to the wall, she has a good view of the entrance of the tavern-like establishment, ideal for people-watching; specifically watching the people entering. Swirling the wine in her glass idly, she keeps an eye on the arriving patrons and the woman she's expecting to join her. When Hawke long at last gets there, Keira has no significant trouble telling; the woman's clothing alone sticks out in the fashions of Riverview. Much like Keira's own, she hasn't exactly prioritized acclimating her sartorial choices to that of her new home. Tipping her head, the blonde smiles to herself, curiously watching as Hawke makes her way further into the bar. ]
nope, action is good!
Why, of course I am, that's more fun. Will the two magical strangers find each other? We shall find out. See you soon!
[ And that's all she wrote-- Hawke wasn't kidding, tapping on this device is kind of hard on the fingers for someone unused to such a method of communication. Still, this thing is handy. Much more so than xenovoxes or megascopes, Keira has to admit. Maybe a sojourn in this place wouldn't be so bad. She still has her magic at her disposal and nobody seems to be in a hurry to rally up rabid mobs with their pitchforks and torches for the pyres. Most importantly, she was rid of the ghastly swamps of Velen and that rickety cottage full of bedbugs. That was a blessing in and of itself.
Waiting for her companion, Keira occupies a table off to the side, close to the bar. Sitting with her back to the wall, she has a good view of the entrance of the tavern-like establishment, ideal for people-watching; specifically watching the people entering. Swirling the wine in her glass idly, she keeps an eye on the arriving patrons and the woman she's expecting to join her. When Hawke long at last gets there, Keira has no significant trouble telling; the woman's clothing alone sticks out in the fashions of Riverview. Much like Keira's own, she hasn't exactly prioritized acclimating her sartorial choices to that of her new home. Tipping her head, the blonde smiles to herself, curiously watching as Hawke makes her way further into the bar. ]