Chambliss Vineyards

Montagne smiled and raised an eyebrow as the fae woman was pulled into Zaraen's lap. Such behavior would normally have been unacceptable, but as guests of the Lord and newly betrothed, he allowed them the moment.

"I would be delighted to. The vineyard was founded by my ancestors, and Lord Soult's, not long after the Cataclysm. Our forefathers wished to be able to provide all that the people needed, not out of any sort of altruism, but in those tumultuous times being self-sufficient was a boon and provided security. Of course wine does not usually fall under the category of necessity, but such is the perogative of the nobility. It has only been in the past, let me see now... three generations that the vineyard became a separate entity from the Soult Keep."

Lord Soult smiled and raised a glass at the mention of their shared ancestry before returning his attention to Eleniel.

"They may very well become our concerns...one day. But only time will tell, and perhaps I should not speak in such a way. As for what is on my mind now, there is one thing in particular I wish your opinion on, but now is not the time or place for that. I had hoped to go for a ride with you through the parts of my fief you had yet to see, and then we could discuss it."

He kissed her gently on the forehead as a server brought out another bottle and fresh wine glasses, this wine a white smelling of apples, sparkling in a manner similar to the previous.

"Which is why you are going to marry me."

Zaræn whispers into Morrigan's ear as she accuses him of being incorrigible. He listens with only half an ear to Chambliss. He is growing increasingly restless and ready to depart to celebrate their engagement properly. Something that his Morrigan would be able to tell quite easily. Both in the way his hands begin to roam and other parts begin to stir. Yes they were most definitely not a shy couple.

"That Ms. Windsong, is a family secret. Each vineyard that produces sparkling wine does it in their own way and closely guards that secret. Or perhaps we all do it the same way, and our keeping that a secret! That would be something eh? But these two wines you have sampled are the base from which my other wines develop. Miss da Silverlain, you are taking home one of the finest bottles of white sparkling wine I have. All the rest of my wines range between the pair, with the pink wines being the same."

Montagne looked at his guests with a slight twinkle in his eye. They had been here for a couple of hours already, and judging by the newly engaged couple they were ready to depart and be with one another. This had clearly been a fruitful day already, and it seemed as though his vineyard would indeed be providing her with wine.

"Perhaps we should get together at a later date to discuss business? This was mostly a pleasure trip after all and I have no desire to bore anyone with such details, especially on such a happy occasion."

Lord Soult simply smiled as he listened to his cousin's words, grateful that he was such an insightful man. He would get more alone time with Eleniel, he had anticipated this going into the evening and as such the remainder if his day was now hers.

Zaræn watches the colors tease through Morrigan's hair. It is good to know he will get what he wants. Technically he didn't need her hair to tell him that. Past experience was sufficient. Still watching that visible effect of his actions play through her hair was oddly satisfying. He lets her get up with only mild reluctance, getting in a last playful squeeze before she stands. Then he goes to get their horse so they can ride off into the sunset, or rather the nearest secluded patch of woodland.

"Nominally I would charge fifty gold pieces a crate, but since you are ordering so much we can drop that to forty I think. We most certainly have a deal Ms. da Silverlain."

He extended one hand to shake hers. She would receive the official contract in a few days, but the shake was more important to him.

Before he could respond to Eleniel's question, Nicolas chimed in.

"Anything my dear elfin maiden wants you can send me the bill for, she is my guest after all."

Montagne nodded his head at Lord Soult's request and a servant to go fetch the desired bottle. Lord Soult smiled at her, the same look n his eye as in hers. He stood and would help Eleniel to do the same.

"A pleasure to meet you monsieur Chambliss. It was a lovely time Nicolas. And of course Len I will see you then."

Zaræn rattles off his goodbyes quickly and easily as Morrigan leads them away. He gets onto the horse with practiced ease, before helping Morrigan up. If she intended to tease him on the horse she'd be in for a surprise. Zaraen was a worldly man and he had gotten off while on a horse before. It was tricky, but if his Amour would be so cruel he'd rise to the challenge.

"As do I. It has been a pleasure to meet all of you, and of course always good to see you Lord Soult."

With their business concluded, Montagne began to gather up the empty wine glasses and plates left on the table.

Lord Soult's look said that he would do whatever he damn well pleased when it came to spoiling her. He glanced down at his leg, a walk would have been nice, but for him it would be a limp, and that did not sound enjoyable in the slightest.

"It is the least I can do since you constantly grace me with your beautiful presence, for which I shall likely always be in your debt. I think that riding would be more preferable my dear. Damn bandits and their blades."

They began descending the steps to where their horses were, as if to emphasize his point, he had to take them slowly, partially using Eleniel for support as he did so.

"I feel the same way Eleniel."

He smiled warmly at her before swinging himself up and onto his horse. He winced at the usage of that leg again, but would accept no help from anyone for that. The day he could not mount his own horse is the day he would die. He waited patiently for Eleniel to mount her horse, before coaxing his into a slow trot down the path he had ridden up previously.

"I think this time we shall see the tribelands, they have only recently become my people as well, a result of the hard work of my father and myself."

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