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Kline shrugged at the questions. “I was given the vineyards. I do not know about wine, not really, I think one tastes just as good as the other. They change in color and sweetness, but really, wine is wine.” He tells the other man with a wave of his hand as if the idea was dismissive.

“However, the vineyard I was given has a reputation. It has a life of its own.” He turned and looked out at the forest. “The wine I am bringing to sell is older than my acquisition of the land. It was in casks when it was still operating under another. You see, the reputation of the wine is what sells it.” He turns back the fixing on Lafayette. “I only have to remind them of that.”

The night had grown darker as it got into the full of it, the chill of the darkness was creeping in. Kline pulled his cloak around himself a bit tighter and put another log on the fire to fight back the chill of the shadows.

He smiled. “Besides, the dangerousness of travel, bandits and other things, have made transporting wine risky. They get what they grow around the city of Dalen, but not what is brought in.” He looked off in the direction of Dalen.

“So, are you looking for a job, to sell wine?” Kline looks back at Lafayette.