Silvertip Mountain warm wine

a well-spoken woman, without an iota of threat to her. merrick sharpened. but it would be poor sport for his first at silvertip, such an innocent. such were best saved for his final repast; anything before was only meant to whet him.
respect our space.
merrick grinned. "not long at all. but this place — it is of great importance to who we are." voice casual, warm even, though the single eye sought to prying around the edges of the woman, for anyone with such a nicely formed demeanour had a way in which it might break.