The frown he gives serves as silent protest, but at the behest of his friend, he picks up the glass of wine and takes a sip. "Ughn." He makes a face at the taste; This is like no wine he has ever consumed, and that isn't a compliment.

"Pleasant company or no, this drink certainly leaves something to be desired." Emet-Selch briefly examines the contents of the glass before downing the rest in one long sip. As Hythlodaeus has observed, they are not there to twiddle their thumbs. At least that way he can get something else - and it seems a nearby attending is all to happy to oblige with a pair of new drinks for them both.

These look different than the first. A promising start to be sure.

"Does the accommodations of the city suit you? They are rather different than what Highstorm has to offer." Or what their home had to offer, for that matter.