Casey immediately blushes, stammering, “O-our finest wine S-s-sir?” She looks Kikyik over appraisingly, quickly regaining her composure, “I'm sorry sir, but I'll have to see yer credit before I can bother the manager.”
Kikyik has nowhere near enough, unless he plans to give up those mining rights to the village for some time. No, this will not be looked upon favorably by the kobold village.
Locals will know this is the revered (and feared) Wine of Alexi, named after the god of intimacy. Legends surround the wine as an infamous aphrodisiac that could be used to make a lothario of a beggar. It's a common boast to say to a potential lover “I'll drink Alexi's wine and make you mine”
On the other side of the bar Frederick takes Dalen and the pipe smoking man into his quarters, cursing as he lugs the chest back again without a moment's rest. The gentle haze surrounding the stranger follows him within. After setting the chest inside Frederick closes the door and an audible *snick* is heard afterwards.
The poster is faded from the haze that fills the air, making it difficult to read. Aside from the large letters visible from a distance the print can barely be made out: “Classes start... ...enrollment fee... ...your mileage may vary...”