Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170724000238/@comment-28358106-20170731231004

"Mmm. Most interesting," Adelaide says, dabbing her lips and lowering her glass. "It's interesting, actually..."

She slowly swirls the wine in her glass, leaning on an elbow and looking at it idly. "Wine is something of a way to travel in time, if you are as long lived as we. I've made it my hobby to judge the well-being of a particular canton based off of how its wine tastes.  A sweeter taste tells me that the vintner might have had a desperate lack of rain that year, making his grapes retain their sugars in higher concentrates.  A smoother body might be due to some good fortune in the vintner's life, letting him concentrate on what he does best.  And the bottles, too, tell much.  Few pay attention to the bottles."

She picks up the wine bottle by the neck, holding it to the candles so the light shines through the glass, casting the greenish glow over the table. "All of our glass is locally produced, so my empty bottles go back to the glassblowers. This, of course, delights them to no end, knowing that I would take the time to do so.  But take this one, for instance.  A tint of green, like most bottles.  But, look again."

She holds it close to the flame, and the green glow on the table becomes brighter. "Not quite as much tint to this one. Tint is expensive, requiring costly colors ground in oil to be mixed in with the glass.  The glassblower might have had a difficult year, or perhaps this one was made by his apprentice."

She sets the bottle down, giving a self-deprecating smile. "A mere hobby of mine. I find pleasure in looking into the details.  Oddly enough, the husband of my Watch Captain is a glass blower.  I shall have to ask his opinion on this bottle later.  Do you have any hobbies, Lord De'Sange?  Other than, perhaps, lounging about on your dark throne, looking dashing and breaking the hearts of Vampire maidens fair?" She makes a fist and rests her chin on it, sipping her glass.