[Lovebite]

Maybe you should go somewhere warm and keep a darm there."He offered, then lqughed some when it was mentioned thay he knew things about wine,"No. Father owns his own vineyard. I told you, I worked on a farm, it was a small pig pen that I took care of for the manure rhat we put on the soil. The only reason I lived in the city was to sell Father's work."He sighed heavily, folding his arms as hr watched the large dragon push open the doors. His eyes widened at the sight, it was like home, the quant cellar was sort of obviously filled with wonderful srate of the art grape converters and barrels of fermenting wine. He was silenr for a while as he obly took a few steps inside.