Vincent smiles. "A far cry from the forests of your father, but I think natural settings suit the mead best." He proceeds through the gate, feeling the telltale pricklings of not so distant psychics checking out the new voice in their territory. A gentle retaliatory pulse silences the noise.
He smirks as they walk along. "Do you remember when your family went to visit your grandmother after I'd met you? When nobody thought to tell me?"
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