Now that she had his permission, she took a few final steps to the table and gently lifted a bottle, holding it in both hands and examining the label. The label suggested that it was from a place called Tevinter and, as she had not heard of such a place, along with the fact that this wine had caused the newcomer such distress, she suspected that this was the reason he believed he was in this Fade place. She turned the bottle around, observing the crude labeling, the lack of detail. It certainly wasn't like any label on her world.

"I take it you dislike this kind of wine?"