No matter how hard I tried, I couldn"t stop myself from glancing over to the building where the wine press normally lived. I was eager for Aken to emerge, though whether it was because I wanted to see him again, or because I wanted the wine press to be completely finished, I wasn"t sure, but I supposed it didn"t matter too much. The result would be the same whichever it was.
I tore my gaze away and focused on the task at hand. I needed to find the perfect grapes for the first use of the press. They needed to be ripe enough that they"d create enough juice that they could be easily fermented, but not too far gone that they exploded before I even got them there.
I touched a bunch near the base of one of the plants, pleased to find they were perfect. I plucked one of them off and ate it, kno
