"Very well." Janius made towards the exit. "It's better than continuing to worry about it."

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"Our wine is a relative newcomer to the business that operate in the empire," Calia explained. "Most of our buyers are in Cyrodilic cities, with some reselling done as far as High Rock and Sentinel."

Llarasa narrowed an eye. "'Relative newcomer'? Mother, you and father have been making wine since you moved here. That's about as old as Fendros."

"And Fendros is young, Llarasa," Calia retorted. "Gwindir may not know us, but he is Bosmer, and he understands the pedigree of long lived elven businesses. We are still a relatively small mark on the world, dear."

"I know, but that's not the point." Llarasa looked at Gwindir. "I remember father made a deal with a distributor in Bravil who mentioned he would be taking some bottles to Leyawiin and the surrounding inns. It is reasonable to assume you might have seen some stocked in inns and taverns in Leyawiin, surely."