The Drow lord took the bottle, stroking its almost feminine curves sensually. Raising it to eye level, he deciphered the square letters. Grey mead, a grand cru. One of the first vintages that followed the reopening of the Helarieal vineyards after the defeat of the Feythas. Taking his special knife, he cut the wax seal and carefully cleaned off any traces of debris. Then he uncorked it. With delight, he sniffed the bouquet that came out of it.
He poured some of the wine in the crystal glass on the inlaid sideboard in front of him. He made it turn a moment, warming the precious drink in the hollow of the hand. He admired the dress of the beverage, almost transparent with a slight cloudiness. Then he raised the glass to his nose again. A smile lit up his face.
He walked over to his favorit
