A rather tall man, humming something under his breath, was picking grapes. The berries were juicy and fresh, as if the gods themselves had created this vine. Dionysus, smiling, ignored the juice flowing down his hands, putting the fruits in a basket. It is very rare to catch such a god in a sober and at the same time non-aggressive state. However, your approach, breaking the idyll of the moment, strained him quite a bit

I'm not really in the mood for visitors.