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	[u]Weather[/u]: Still, cold, and naught but an occasional puff of wind to upset the quiet and natural course of the evening. Snow is snowing, and in fact is starting to pick up its intensity. It is still quite gentle.    
     
	[u]Time[/u]: It is night, and with it come nighttime things. 

	[u]Ambience[/u]: The evening over the Vineyard and grounds beyond, even the town of Southmoor, can be qualified as both soft and grand. The partial moonlight was been momentarily supplanted by the heavier cloud cover, but lamps along the thoroughfare keep the darkness at bay along the most obvious paths, even as it seems to deepen the darkness beyond. It's a peaceful night all around, with one very important exception. 

 	Inside and underground, in the beating heart of the Rose River Vineyard that is the Winery proper, the cold doesn't bite remotely as hard. The rest of the facility was noticeably cooler than the enclosed Tasting Room, which maintains a closer grouping of candles and lamps, not to mention (until recently) it was a spot of more physical activity. The production and storage rooms are reasonably well lit, though a personal source of illumination might not hurt things if one attempts to discern detail, and of course, sampling is encouraged. Expected, even.  

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	The tours inside give distinct contradiction to one another, as the dimensions of the Tasting Room grew insofar as the people's access within it increased. In this instance, the sudden opening of the locked door to the Study increased the available walking space significantly. At first, a secondary barrier threatened to prevent access to the anxiety-making room, this in the form of yet another door five feet or so in. It looked very much like a slab of metal, bound with metal, with no discernible lock or handle. Luckily, this was circumvented easily enough by sliding it to the side - walls here were solid stone and the door retreated back into it with relative ease - and in this case, the locking and barring mechanisms were on the inside of said door. This gave it the appearance of a reversed vault, where one may lock themselves inside with their treasures instead of the other way around. 

	The moment the door opened, a soft sourceless light filled the study, allowing for ease of reading should one feel the need, without the immediate onset of eyestrain. Lizbeth began to follow close behind those entering her grandfather's study, softly proclaiming, [color=darkgray]"Wow. I've never been inside of here before."[/color] She suddenly remembered that Kosara had asked her a question before the Medician effortlessly picked the door lock and left in a huff, and answered her. [color=darkgray]"Um, I ah, don't really know. But if the wine was at least sixty years old, then I guess it would have to be part of the original vineyard. That or they built the distillery off of the property. I don't know if that helps, sorry."[/color] And while she said the words of apology, her heart was more into the possibility of what lay beyond the doors. 

	Luckily, within the general vicinity of the two doors, nothing seemed to be set off by their being opened. No hollow clocking sounds coming from deeper in the walls, no sudden puff of air as if a dart or dose of powdered paralytic was released, no tiny trapdoor which only served to sever one's foot away, merely the expected exchange of air from an room not used recently with one that had seen more traffic. Thanks to the sourceless light, the setting, or the obvious parts of it, were within easy view. What one sees here gives the impression of equal parts office, secret wine stash, and archaeology exhibit. 

	A raised platform dominates the far wall from the door with a sarcophagus sized box atop it. There are display cases containing curio, arcane seeming items, and the occasional weapon in differing states of cleanliness or repair. Books and papers are aplenty in here, organized in ways that likely made sense to whomever set this up, and to one side a couch, comfortable looking and well used. There is also a desk present in a little more order than the rest of the room. Wine bottles are in a number of different places, some in display cases and others just resting on nearby surfaces. In front of the couch is an interesting sight - what appears to be a small, black journal sitting next to a circle of what appears to be a circle of fine soil. Within this circle lay a pendant; a simple braided cord upon which hung an ornately carved wooden representation of a bundle of grapes. Next to the circle on the other side lay a short length of carved, black wood, approximately a foot or so in length, with a faceted, oblong, glassy bead near to the thinner tip. It was upon a sheet of folded parchment. There is also a locked box next to the ordered desk. 

	MEANWHILE,
 	
	Out with the tours, Rens is doing as good as a job as he can recommending Kathryn the occasional wine, as best put to her specifications as possible, even with a touch of relief on his face now that someone is actually giving him details with which he could work. Sure enough, he was able to recommend three such decent wined which fit the tall Knight's criteria and spared no time presenting samples of them to her. Relief turned into something more like actual happiness in the portly man's face, which slipped slightly into dread as Annick returned. 

	Annick made it her goal to pass along what she knew to Kathryn and soak up what planning was being unfurled from the lady. She gave Kathryn a quick, shallow nod in agreement, and the tour went on for another few minutes with the older lady, [i]now with her shawl[/i], being only slightly less vague as to her oenophilic proclivities. Still, her glass got a few more samples in here and there, and the evening went on for a bit longer.  

	From the production area, voices could be heard approaching storage. Well, just the one voice clearly, that one being Cecily. One can clearly hear her over the murmurs of the others, posing a question: [color=darkgray][i]"So, Monsieurs Mosswater, Mosswater, and Laurent, what would you say to getting another glass of the Honigblume before we take a look at the vats, hmm?"[/i][/color]

	MEANWHILE AGAIN, 
		
	The details of Baronfjord's current drama are quite current and quite dramatic. In that one spot, far removed from the party, blood stains the otherwise immaculate snow. Neither the blood nor the snow show signs of stopping.