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"Delicious,” Nikolai admires loudly, his back relaxed against his seat at the head of the table. His grasp remains loosely around the stem of his glass, inspecting the texture of the wine. “I feared your time away from Vailen would soil your tastes. Frankly, I would not have allowed you past the threshold of my home with a cask of Elysian wine.” He chides, humored by the thought of it. Erinwel’s reputation as a connoisseur of beverages was second-to-none, but the elder elf always found reason to mock. Of course, it was all in good spirits. Erinwel’s place in his circle was short, but memorable. Akin to a son and a protege, whom Nikolai admired as he cemented his place within the ‘alternative’ industries they lived in. His return, however temporary, brought a warmth to the Petrov’s lavish residence in Vailpas. He turns to his daughter, who had dined with the pair, a familiar smile as she bends down to kiss her father’s cheek. After a polite ‘goodbye’ was exchanged and the doors to the dining room sealed, he turns to Erinwel fondly. “I hear you have done well for yourself.”