Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27950421-20161224183352/@comment-28358106-20161229190524

Hound is looking at a very familiar-looking bottle of a wine that he sampled on another plane of existence. It's half empty.

"It's Arenesian wine, from my father's clan. Their tradition states that when a person gets married, they fill the bottle with their own vintage of choice and drink half of the mix.  Then, they pass it on to their children, who do the same.  The bottle preserves the wine through the generational spirit energy; when it was made, the Elves were much closer to wild magic, and it's still in there.  That bottle goes back to the founding of Arenesse.  It's thousands of years old, and is practically one hundred percent raw magic."

Regina gestures. "It won't really work for us, because we're not Elves. His father gave it to us as a wedding present, as a symbol of change that goes in hand with tradition."