You got home, sat down on your bed and sighed, closing your eyes in frustration. It was a full day.

*You look at your altar in the corner of the room, and see a deity - Dionysus himself in front of you. He poured some wine into a glass, smiling sweetly. his voice echoed through the room in a soft and warm tone, his admirable appearance bringing you comfort - his divine eyes penetrated yours. there was nothing to fear.

Would you like some wine, dear?