Roland returns the woman's smile. "'Fish out of water' is a bit of an understatement. To be honest, I'm not entirely sure why Lord Obarskyr opted to place me on this team; I'm not much of a fighter or information gatherer. But I suppose those who are might occasionally need a few stab wounds mended...which is where I would come in." He adds, with a grin, "Unless it was my skills at the card table for which I was recruited..."
Mention of Phaeton's wine causes Roland's smile to fade, however, bringing up memories of past troubles and more recent temptations to return to that which he had forsaken. Do not worry so about it. You have done fine these past nights, he silently reassures himself. You resisted. You almost succumbed, aye, but you resisted, and that is still a victory. Just try not to think about it...
At Deric's questions, Roland reemerges from his troubling thoughts and looks over at the man. "I travel frequently, but have spent much time in Arabel," he says. "The city is fairly large, though not as sizable as Waterdeep. There are many merchant houses operating within Arabel's walls, and it should not be far to the nearest. If it is healing potions you desire, though, might I suggest a temple? The faith to which I belong, that of Tymora, controls the largest temple in the city, the Lady's House. I am certain that my fellow priests, at the very least, would offer you a fair trade."