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Every drink was a different kind of enjoyment locked within a glass bottle. They were both going into the fifth bottle of a wine that came from the Duchy of Bastonne just as the Dwarf said. The quality of the wine was alright as it washed down the throat of Lucian. With his drinking almost constant he was immune to the dryness and simply had to enjoy the taste of the wine.
“Its a little weak.” Lucian admitted as he settled the bottle on the ground, “Its flavor is not strong because they left it in the barrel for too long.”
“Ah, so you know a little about wine making, Lucian?” The Dwarf seemed somewhat curious as he leaned in to hear.
“Every man of Aquitaine knows how to make wine.” Declared the Peasant as he pointed a finger at the Dwarf, “In my village we took all the blighted berries, cut the blight off, and then throw them into barrels for our wine. Even those in Castle Aquitaine had enough grapes to have their home made wine.”
“Ah, then I need to go there.” Adok admitted as he reached over for another bottle of Bastonne Wine, “You see I have been doing some traveling. The Mountain Homes have the best alcohol but the younger races all have their own creations. If I can learn how they make it then upon my return to the Karak Ankor I’ll present the Guildmaster with a new Dwarven Wine.”
“How far are you?” Lucian felt like asking.
“Far.” The Dwarf admitted as he took another swig of his drink, “I’m on a journey of discovery which has taken me far from the lands of my people. Only once I find something worthy of my travels will I even consider returning to them.”
“I see.” Lucian took a swig of his drink, and in a moment realized the taste of it. A small tear ran down his cheek as he tasted the fine fruit within it.
“Oh, what are you drinking there?” The Dwarf quickly caught what was up as he leaned in to see the label of Lucian’s bottle.
“My… my Family’s fruit.” Lucian admitted as he let the sweet taste of raspberries and blueberries linger in his mouth, “It's the flavor of my home.”
As swift as a cat Lucian watched the dwarf down his current bottle of Bastonne drink and grabbed one of the bottles from Aquitaine. His eyes widened as he got a good taste of the stuff within his mouth, “Aye, that is good stuff! Where is your homestead now?”
“Its… gone.” Admitted Lucian as he took another swig of the drink.
“If its a bad memory you don’t need to tell me.” The Dwarf said without any prompt.
Lucian shook his head at those words, “No, you will find out soon enough anyways.”