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"Didn' do very much this brightening," Hanzi breezily replied. "Picked up some supplies, won some crowns, fixed myself for fast travel this next brightening. Slept in." Hanzi smiled at another successful day.
"You can leave the bottle," Hanzi informed the waitstaff. Hanzi pressed a crown into the server's hand. "And keep it coming."
Hanzi smelled the wine. He stuck his nose straight into the wine glass and gave a grave hum. He approached it with the patience of a wily drinking veteran that he was. However, he was more apt to drink some rotgut off the back of Uncle Jimmy's vardo than to daintily sip in a place like this.
Hmmm....This smells expensive. I sure hope I don't have to pay. Hanzi thought.
Hanzi sipped and a bright look stretched across his face.
"Baxtalo!" He exclaimed in joy. "Is wonderful!" He finished his glass and poured some more.
Hanzi relaxed and listened to Anora with interest.
This is a tough nut to crack. He thought while matching her wry smile with his own devil-may-care crooked grin. Hanzi judged it his third best look after too hot to handle, and the always powerful pensive Ambarando scowl.
"A library," He replied. "Never been in one, but I have heard of them." Hanzi was barely literate in Aire much less Common. "I am sure you would be wonderful regardless. Tell me, what is it that drew you to this job? Why not follow your family tradition and make wine?" He asked bluntly, as was his way. He was never as clever as he gave himself credit as being.
"Cloudkiss, cloudkiss," He murmured to himself. "I have heard the name. Many Air'riela follow a trail of the harvests, as we call them in Aire. Good way to make quick money. Vineyards, orchards, vegetables. I have heard this name spoken those that follow that trail. Not that I do, I am not much of a fruit picker." Hanzi grinned, drained his glass, and refilled his as well as Anoras.
"To your health." Hanzi toasted.
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