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Chapter 2

Wine? Well, well, well.

All right, there's grapes and then there's grapes.

If you head to the fields of Balator, they do know what they're doing. But the
grounds there are mixed use, fine for the soil, better for the vegetables
around them, but right shite for the wine itself.

Why is Darsylon wine so good? Because we don't do anything else. That's it!
Find another crop out at the vineyards... you can't! Because the greedy little
bulbs of juice won't share a spec of soil with ANYTHING else.

So there's locksmiths and then there's locksmiths.

Why do you have to head to Darsylon to learn that trade? Because the fools
don't learn anything else. Not fools, that's what you'd hear another fool tell
you, that's because they know how to do one thing and they know how to do that
one thing very, VERY, well.

My father was a locksmith. Best locksmith in all of Thera and he used that
trade to marry the prettiest lass in all of Thera on the nicest piece of land.
He told me that constantly. He dropped the 'L' a few times when he said the
same thing at the bar just out of my earshot. And I don't mean the L in land.
And he'd swap the words prettiest and nicest piece, he was a vulgar man. The
best of them. He is, I mean, someday he'll find me again. Which is part of the
story of this strange set of curls you're looking at, but that's not a tale for
today.

Anyway! So if you want the best, you put up with a few eccentricities. You head
out of the way for the finest wine. You head way out of the way if you want the
finest meats. You put up with a strange smell to get to a bountiful loot. You
put up with a weird bartender for the best drinks.

So... what can I get ya?

Because wine is a boring answer and I figured you for a lot more interesting.