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"Much can be done to chanmge the flavour of the amethyst vintage, the barrel one uses, the direction of the slope, the type of grape, the local plants, it is rather complex a business." The man that spoke was above six feet and dressed in understated finery. Well maintained troll-hide leather armour and a flowing cape, a black silk eyepatch adorned his face and a tight purple and black cravat was wrapped about his neck.
He placed his hand carefully upon the shoulder of the woman and smiled softly, "Apologies friend, I sometimes cannot resist displaying the knowledge my fine partner teaches me. She is Anora Eventide and I am Dimitri Wladisyaw, Duke of this city and you are Vincent Stefan who is in this city to look for some items and visit a friend." Dimitri smiled, perhaps his greatest boon in controlling the guard was being told the names of each and every person of note than arrived in his city, and with a little more probing the name had taken on greater meaning. "The provost of the little fortress to our east as well I understand, how fascinating, perhaps I may go so far as to buy you and your friends a drink and ask you to join us?" His hand on Anora's shoulder stroked gently, perhaps she knew him well enough by now to realise when he was speaking business, a perfect little partnership, all Arium grit and Daltinan finery together.
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