Wine

The old man motioned Garth to sit down and a moment later a fine goblet was placed before him, the raggedy man lifting a heavy jug from under the table and filling his guest’s goblet with wine and then filling his own. Garth took the drink and tasted it.

“Borleian,” Garth said, obviously surprised.

“Ah, you know your grapes.”

“How did you get such a good vintage?”

“How does a No House, a hanin, know such a vintage?”

“I’ve been around a bit.”

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Arena, Chapter 1