For the first time, the foppish Halfer - Nilvalor, as Wendelstein remembered - had his full attention:
"What spells are those? Considering the current circumstances, it could be vital to know the capabilities of each other. In the fight I mainly saw you slitting throats of distracted foes - a commendable tactic in and of itself - did you learn all that at court?"

To the paladin taking of her armor he said:
"As much as I can understand you wanting to enjoy yourself a bit, I hope you are aware that the next attack could happen at any moment. We have no wards against scrying and I myself would have no trouble locating any person that I know of in this city with a simple prayer. Not to mention objects she carries with her.
Here, I didn't intent to empty this flask by myself." Wendelstein lied as he presented the bottle and quickly produced another cup from a cupboard.

"Unless of course, you want to gather information about what the common folk is talking about in the city - in that case godspeed."