Grapes in the Hills

Greetings, friend. Have you come to savor our renowned wines? Regrettably, due to the incessant lynx attacks, grape cultivation in the hills had to be halted, leaving us with naught.

Yet, I harbor optimism that amidst the chaos, our workers may have left behind buckets still brimming with grapes in the hills southeast of this abode. They might be a tad fermented by now, but isn't the essence of winemaking in embracing such nuances? If you could retrieve even ten buckets, I could conjure up some wine for prospective patrons! Your assistance would be invaluable.

Be wary of those lynxes! My sweet Maelor lost his eye in a fight with one of them.

Thank you, by the Sunwell, thank you! It may not be grand, but any aid in these challenging times is truly appreciated. Accept these potions as a token of my appreciation. They may be of more utility to you now than any wine I could offer. Safe travels, friend.