[h1][center][color=gold][b]DIO[/b][/color][/center][/h1]
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	DIO smiled and let the stranger inside and considered his first question for only a moment. Why would DIO let a stranger into his home? [color=fff200]"Those without manners aren't fit to live."[/color] He explained simply, his philosophy as succinct as it was oddly specific.

	He followed him and fetched some wine from the cellar. [color=fff200]"Normally, I would have one of my servants fetch us drinks. But it seems they were unable to join me in the Crossroads. It matters not, they are ultimately unnecessary."[/color] DIO held a bottle in one hand and two clean glasses in the other.

	He carefully poured one glass, then another for himself, placing the wine on the table. Then he took a seat opposite Dracula, crossing one leg over the other and tilting his head to the side, the crimson liquid swirling from side to side. [color=fff200]"That wine comes from Morroco. Morrocan wine is particularly hard to come across these days in comparison to other brands due to overcompetition in the Mediterranean. Most of the wineries have been taken over the state at this point, unfortunately. Most people seem to prefer Algerian wine, apparently, but I once had a sip of Boulaouane wine in my youth and developed a taste for it. But both share the same lineage of flavor. All of the North African countries share some of their heritage with the ancient Phoenicians. Their empire stretched from modern day Lebanon to the strait of Gibraltar, and like many great empires of that time, pursued viticulture in the quest to appear modern and sophisticated. But, like all things human, the Phoenicians crumbled away and turned to ash. Carthage is nothing more than a festering suburbia on the outskirts of Tunisia's capitol city."[/color] DIO stared into the abyss of his dark red drink as he went on this historically themed rant that was tangentially related to his philosophy. No doubt he had an extensive library somewhere in this mansion.

	Finally, he took a sip, and to him, it tasted of the forgotten past. Then he looked over at his fellow vampire. [color=fff200]"What is your name?"[/color] He asked.