He took a second pull from his flask and immediately regretted it. he could taste her lips on it. His double eyelids blinked rapidly, perhaps his only "tell". his cheeks flushed deeper. Clearing his head with a small shake he again looked for the bartender, maybe he needed to ring a bell or serve himself.
"I have better than that" He place a small stone in front of her that had a soft amber glow to it "their memories, their intentions and what she looks like. I spent no small amount of time working their minds to get this. I think it may be her, I imagine she looks very much like you after all. the paper work did say they were headed to Alcarinque. And as I didn't recognize the name I started looking for you." Noticing her grimace he then asked "If not not Varric's stash would you prefer Lucatiel's? it is Fey wine after all? We both know Varric has no beard." he finished with a dry chuckle.
Vashir always tended to hoard the good stuff in case of special event or emergency. one never knows.
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