"I guess trying to snag a glass of wine off that tray up there would be a bad idea?" Keyleth sighed lightly and wistfully as they passed a cocktail waitress, carrying a tray of drinks to what she assumed was a table of people playing cards or rolling dice. Or whatever. She was famously and irrevocably bad at casinos. "Darn. I really wanted to try that shiraz. Oh well." There were probably other, better shirazes...shirazi?? to try somewhere else, where people weren't glaring daggers at them. Keyleth kept her head down, metaphorically and literally, sneaking quick peeks at her rescuer in her periphery. Yep, still looked a lot like Vax. "Sorry about that. I don't know why they kicked you out, you didn't do anything wrong."