"Such a rich aroma, one whiff and you're nearly intoxicated. The wine's color is as red as blood, the fragrance overpowering. This wine doesn't intoxicate people, people get drunk of their own accord! It is truly not an exaggeration!"
Teale, gazing at the blood-red wine in the jar, can't help but let out an exclamation, "The real question is, is the efficacy of this wine as magical as the shopkeeper claims?"
Although he doesn't drink much and isn't much for dealing with business people, he's not exactly a greenhorn and retains a certain amount of vigilance.
The shopkeeper strokes his beard, snorts dismissively, "Are you thinking that we'd risk the reputation of our Drunken Dust Inn and trick you with fake wine?"
"When out and about, it's the cautious that avoid major mishaps," Teale retorts, clearly not as easily swayed as before.
Just a moment ago, this old fellow was harping on about fair prices, refusing to sell even if short of a single spirit stone, and what's the outcome?