Verdan sat quietly at a table in the tavern, listening to the dryads singing on the small stage... he couldn't understand the words, of course, but that was even better. Their song blended into one pleasant symphony for him...
Suddenly, a somewhat tipsy Barbarian burst into the peaceful tavern. He approached the counter and rudely demanded a glass of wine...
At the word "wine," Verdan immediately perked up, but Sage reacted in time and firmly placed his hand on his shoulder.