Fendros waited to approach the campfire before putting down his crate. He tried his best to dodge Lorag on his way so as not to drop everything. The smell of cooked food was a welcome one to come back to, even though its origins were rather... unconventional to him. When he placed his crate on the ground, lifted the small chest onto the ground next to it and opened up his crate. He immediately pulled out a bottle of wine, removed the cork, and hovered the neck under his nose. He could definitely tell why they were discards, its scent was that of an undesirable type. Too wooden, perhaps too much like a berry jam. [i]I doubt Lorag would mind,[/i] Fendros assured himself, passing the bottle off to Lorag's waiting hands.

At Meesei's acceptance of a drink offer, Fendros spied the small chest and removed the strong brandy. He handed it to Meesei with an amused twitch at the corner of his mouth, "You might want to pace yourself with that one, Meesei."

Other drinks were passed around until they took turns sipping (or in the case of some, gulping) Avarul wine. 

Sabine even got as far as smelling one of the drinks as she was offered, but simply waved it off. Fendros, feeling that Runt was leaving herself out, tried to encourage her "Are you sure you don't want to try it?"

"That's discarded wine," Sabine said finally, taking Fendros aback at how she was able to tell without the wine experience that Fendros had. Fendros just shook his head and decided not to worry about it, [i]always more mysteries about that child[/i]. "I'll take that if she doesn't want it," Janius said next to Fendros, reaching his hand to the bottle and taking it from his hands. Fendros didn't offer resistance, he turned around and sat by the campfire with everyone else. "Did you run into any trouble?" Janius asked, looking Fendros up and down.

"No. It was all there, just as I had left it. We came close to one of the vine yards, but there was no one around," Fendros recounted.

"Then why are you caked in soil?" Janius said.

"Heheh, you stink again," Lorag pointed at Fendros with the index finger of his bottle-holding hand, his head was likely going to be swimming any moment now.

Fendros was puzzled until he realised that Janius was referring to the streak of dirt on the side of his body where Fendros had been tackled to the ground by Ahnasha. "Oh, this... well..." Fendros nervously brushed some of the dirt off as he tried to think of a way to word it that wouldn't make him sound like a child, "Ahnasha... challenged me to a running contest and... tripped me up."