The carriage driver leaned back, sounding off a scratchy "you got it, miss!" Before returning to the work at hand. The carriage quickly and maneuverably switched roads.
"Well, not all of us. Everybody's got their own tastes. Personally, I think your kind has a certain...versatile nature. Just the right amount of bones, meat and organs. Perfect for soups, pies, or even just cuts." Smed explained, talking about the butchering of sentient creatures as if it was a hobby of his. Coincidentally, his eyes followed her legs as she moved them. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he found her attractive, very much so.
Then again, who wouldn't?
Upon her asking for more Brandy, he opened up a small cabine on his side, filled with bottles of all sorts of fine spirits. There was, of course, more brandy in there, but there were a few other bottles. Dwarven stout, Essyrni wine, just to name a few. It would seem Smed was as well connected as he always boasted he was.
"There's always more, Valeska." He said as he pulled out the second bottle of Brandy and handed it to her, pouring himself a little dwarven stout.
"Why don't we start with you. I'm sure you've heard all about me, but frankly, I've never heard of you."