"Well, I suppose it is somewhat better then puke. However I believe I must ask what exactly the glass had ever done to deserve such treatment?"
Nedral raised her head and looked to the man. She wiped the tears away and took a deep breath, settling herself, controlling an outburst that she was sure wouldn't have ended nicely. "I understand the need for curiousity, but perhaps you should employ a tad more descretion in your words; lest you want a few more scars added to your collection."
"Tis alright lass, best let it all out,"
Nedral nodded and gave a forced smile. "Thank you, and sorry about that. I'll take care of the cost for the glass and wine." She reached into her messenger bag, still wet, and pulled out a pouch of gil and plopped it onto the table. "Whatever that cost maybe, take it from here."