Mercedes had felt similarly, and she'd made a quick beeline to get information as well. She was polite about it all, but she'd certainly grilled the Tavernkeeper as much as she could before she'd accepted the offer of a drink. A soft, rich wine is what she's served, and she accepts it without much hesitation. No sense in not taking what's offered, especially if it smells this nice.

Settling down to enjoy it at the bar, Mercedes is the picture of relaxation when Ingrid walks in. As she asks her questions, Mercie listens intently, and it's only when her friend finishes up that she softly clears her throat and makes her presence known. She hadn't wanted to interrupt, and figured it was best if her more hot-headed companion got the same answers she had gotten straight from the source.

"Hello Ingrid. It's nice to see you."