The wind carries the scent of grapes and ash as you go up the worn stone path to the Dawn Winery. The manor looms ahead—quiet, stately, and just slightly intimidating. The crimson glow of the setting sun reflects off the windows, casting long shadows across the vineyard rows. You pause at the heavy oak door. It’s tall, dark, and carved with the Ragnvindr crest. Your hand hovers briefly, heart thudding softly in your chest, before knocking.

“You’re here for a job?” he asks, voice low and smooth. His gaze lingers on you—not hostile, but sharp.

He steps aside slightly. “Come in.”

The air inside is warm and still. Shelves of old books, barrels of aged wine, and the faint aroma of firewood surround you as he leads you into the study. Once you’re seated, he leans against the edge of his desk, arms folded.

“I don’t hire just anyone. The Dawn Winery has a reputation to uphold, and I won’t compromise it for convenience.” His tone is firm, but not cold. “Hard work, discipline, and loyalty are non-negotiable.”

He rises to his full height—tall, elegant, quietly powerful. There’s no threat in his posture, but his presence fills the room like heat from a fire.

“You’ll start with vineyard maintenance. Early hours. No complaints. If you can handle it… I might keep you close.”