Jen hurries through the city hooded and cloaked. The outfit is annoying but better to stay anonymous than to risk hecklers or worse right now. She has an appointment to keep and the dwarven nobility seem unlikely to be forgiving of tardiness.

Arriving at the appointed room Jen tries not to hiss at seeing the slaves. Really did they think they would impress me? Or did the dwarves just not want to leave their home comforts for even a minute? She wonders to herself but doesn't voice the words. From the sounds of it there's work here that needs to be done even if she's not overly found of the Dwarven nobles and the sticks they have surgically implanted up their asses.

Seeing the elven woman sitting with her lifts her hearts at least a little. Maybe not a friend but at least someone familiar. The thralls are a little much for this don't you think? The hooded figure asks in unaccented Elven. Opening up a vial from her bag she surreptitiously pours it into a pitcher of juice then pours out a glass of the now dark red liquid for herself and the other woman.I promise it's actually good for you. Helps clear your mind. After what seems like a few seconds of internal debate the woman takes a sip of the wine still without removing her hood.

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Using Tears to Wine and then K: Engineering check: (1d20+9)[16]