The Elf takes the cup, trying her best to ignore the Drow, and takes a sip. She licks her lips and raises the glass to the light.
"Hmmmm... A vintage, with a flavour unlike most... this is probably a wine from before I was born, I tell you. Enjoy it, for only the gods know when we will see a vintage like this again! Thank you, my friend... what is your name?" she asks the Orc.
She turns to the Human, smiling, "Yes, my friend. Our wine is known to be the best in all lands, but this particular one is... special, I must say. Again, enjoy it!"