The Jockey Box
On the mention of guards, Yommah gives out a chuckle,"Heh, well I could drink to that." she says, and suddenly a handful of the silver change started floating due to some sort of psychic force, and gracefully entering into Yommah's coin pouch,"Though I do enjoy surprises, I think I can settle with that answer." she says as she took a sip of her monarch. The satyr wasn't kidding about it being the good stuff, it tasted pretty strong for a single cup. Despite its name, it tasted a bit sweeter like honey or apple juice, though it had a crisp taste of wine. Whoever was the Brewer was clearly going for a refined feel to their drink. For now, Yommah bides her time with her drink and waits patiently. She can make a return whenever it doesn't inconvenience herself.