Marian poured with ease, as if she'd done it more than a few times in her life. Though most of the time it had been out of a jug instead of a bottle. As she sat back she brought both of their glasses, holding his by the rim so he could decide which hand he wanted to take it with.
"Well, we couldn't go unarmed, it's mostly dangerous animals. Some of the people that live here usually mark the trails so that the animals are discouraged from them, but I don't know if they have with everything that's happened." She smiled at him as she relaxed against the back of the couch. "There's a grand castle, a repulsive prison, a grand hall, and a few other places that I'm sure I've forgotten."