Aldo the Wine Seller
Rejoining the flow of market traffic, Ageon didn't get far as he cut across the crowd to a small open sided square pavilion surrounded around the perimeter by a high counter. A tall slender man behind the counter hawked his goods, "Sweet reds, I have sweet reds from Burrbarr Vineyards, Dyvers, and the Verbobonc. Whites from the Highvale and Urnst. Veluanan fireamber, Keoish golden, Furyondian emerald pale and a crisp Fury apple wine. I have them, I have them."
"How about you good elf?" Singling out Ageon, "I have a bottle of the green wine of Celene. A perfect taste of the olvenfolk homeland."
Ageon lingered. The merchant did remind him of home, just not the one he intended. He grew up around wine sellers, his parents' merchant business largely dealt in importing wine through Hardby.
The elf scanned the stall, business was light given the morning traffic with only a single customer being served on the other side of the counter by a freckled red-headed woman, obviously the merchant's assistant given the pitcher she was holding and ample...smile.
"I can see the longing in your eye," the merchant said interrupting Ageon's reverie, "I'm Aldo and I must say if you want a vintage from Celene they will out of stock soon with the festival drawing near. Why I'm already out of the Celene ruby, but the Celene green is the crown jewel of the Queen's vineyards. Only three bottles left."
Ageon started to put his hands up to beg off only to have the merchant clasp them and draw him in to the counter, "Please, you look as if you could use some refreshment from your travels. Please have a cup of my humble blend on me and tell me the news of the road. I implore you to take a moment's rest."
"Eloele, a cup for our new friend here," Aldo says to the red-headed woman.
She turns and offers a smile when Ageon notes she is a half-elf. Aldo whispers half-conspiratorially to Ageon, "[Language Elvish: My wife.] I trust the road was kind to you?"
By the time he pushes away from Aldo's corner, Ageon's purse is two nobles lighter and he realizes he told the overly gregarious more about his travels and business than he intended as well as spent coin he hoped to keep a hold of a little while longer. At least he didn't have the purse for the green wine of Celene and it was not an unpleasant diversion he thought as he rejoined the crowd's meandering march around the market.
Aldo the Wine Seller
Proprietor: Aldo
Aldo is the pre-eminent seller of wines in Narwell (he'd tell you so himself!) and others would tell you he's the pre-eminent gossip as well. He does seem to always be up to date on the comings and goings in Narwell, news of the region, conditions of roads, and on other tidbits of interest that much like his vintages, he carefully collects from a variety of sources. He deals in wine both by the glass up to the barrel.
When not found at his stand, Aldo and his wife are typically tending to their affairs out of their home/shop/workcellar near the palisade wall. Aldo and Eloele's three sons spend the winter in Narwell but much of the year they are with Eloele's folk in the Gnarley Forest undergoing their apprenticeships.
(Location- Half-shaded purplish awning, on south end of market second over from west side across from Marta's Melons)
Narwell
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