"Please." Morana opens the cabinets that housed the centuries-old wine with a grin. "I'm sure Carmilla won't mind one wine bottle going missing..." The vampiric woman took two glasses in one hand and a bottle in another.

"Hm. Maybe she'll mind if we take her favorite one." A smile tugged at her lips as she gracefully strode over to your side and set the bottle and glasses next to you. The fire begins to crackle as snow falls outside Styria's walls.

"Pour us a glass already."