Fendros inhaled slowly, considering for a moment. "Yyyes..." He said slowly, "there are several bottles of Avarul wine that my brother and I kept hidden. The hiding place is close to Cheydinhal, however. Hidden beneath an outcrop about three hundred paces east of the north-easternmost vineyard of the winery. It's heavily wooded, so as long as no one is passing through that way, we shouldn't be spotted." Fendros wondered whether it would take too long to travel out that way, but if his sense of direction did not fool him, a good pace should only take about two or three hours to pick the cases up and take the wine back.

"Actually... before we rush off..." Fendros' expression turned solemn, "I think I would like to write a note for my brother. My family does not know my whereabouts, and I've yet to decide how to let them know that I'm not coming back." Fendros addressed Ahnasha, "I have a feeling that staging my death like you did would be sufficient, but my brother would not likely believe it. He might come looking for me. If I can leave a note that only he would read, perhaps I can stop any harm befalling him."