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[Markus Andres]

45th of winter 512 AV Markus went up the somewhat ornate stairs of the winery with a quarter bottle of the cheapest red wine in one hand and absolutely nothing in the other. Over his dark blue set of clothes he bore a fur cloak he had purchased in Syliras before the campaign against Sahova. It was a joyous occation. Being on an island almost exclusively inhabitated by women. Good looking women to boot. It was hard not to be pleased with his current sitation. He leaned back in the seat and let out a slow exhale of contentness. He lifted the bottle to his lips and allowed the red liquid to pour into his mouth. His eyes widened and he almost spat the liquid back out again. With an obvious grimace he swallowed the bitter liquid. ”Oh, right.” He muttered to himself. He had forgotten he did not like wine. Most certainly not red wine. But he had just spent close to a gold miza on this quarter bottle. He was going to drink it, even if he wasn’t going to enjoy the drink. He wondered if the ladies would giggle behind his back if he returned down stairs and asked for a glass of water to go with the wine. Probably would. He would just have to suck it up and try to enjoy the wine. For the view was spectacular. Looking out at the starry nights garden. It was so peaceful. The sisters had made themselves a paradise. He looked to the side and saw something just as spectacular as the view, a pair of Konti sisters. Matching one another in their simple beauty. Their skales making them exotic and exciting to his simple human nature. He raised the bottle in a cheer to the ladies and gave them a charming smile and respectful nod before taking another drink. This time he did not grimace. Not because the taste wasn't awful, it was, but because he didn't want the ladies to see that particular face. He turned winked and turned back to the view outside. Later he might make a move on the beautiful ladies.