High atop a distant mountain peak, three supernaturals were sitting on the rugged boulders, savoring a fine wine.
Evanthe, taking a sip and eyeing the small, round ,wooden wine container in her hand, remarked, "Yorian, this wine tastes just as I remember it. Since leaving Agartha, it had slipped my mind."
"This is the specialty of my clan. No other wine can taste like this," Yorian spoke as he took a sip from the similar container in his own hand.
Sierra chimed in, "This is my first time tasting it."
"Then savor it," Evanthe chuckled, "Who's to say Lord Yorian will be generous enough to share his precious wine with us again?"
Yorian nodded in agreement, acknowledging the possibility. "Indeed, there may not be a next time."
Evanthe, with a sly grin, commented, "We know you only used to share it with her. What prompted this sudden generosity towards us today?"
