Xander's bias toward Imperial made wine was easily swayed by the absolute stellar vintages being crafted at the Visitor run winery in town. At least once a week he showed up with a new bottle to try — tonight, it was a dry red, with the appropriately paired cheeses, and he would be damned if he didn't convince Viktor to sit down and enjoy it with him.
Xander, for his part in the current scene, was staring at Viktor, having just made some comment about the need to be carried back home, should they both imbibe a bit too much, and how Skan would probably playfully chide them for their rambunctious wine and cheese party.
When Viktor spoke to address Barcus, however, he turned to smile at the gnome, but his gaze almost immediately focused on the way he flexed his hands. "Bask all you wish, my friend, but do let me examine your hands, if I may? You look pained."
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Xander, for his part in the current scene, was staring at Viktor, having just made some comment about the need to be carried back home, should they both imbibe a bit too much, and how Skan would probably playfully chide them for their rambunctious wine and cheese party.
When Viktor spoke to address Barcus, however, he turned to smile at the gnome, but his gaze almost immediately focused on the way he flexed his hands. "Bask all you wish, my friend, but do let me examine your hands, if I may? You look pained."