Scullion
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You have entered the Dawn Winery, where you are fond of drinking some wine. And so, you again sit down at a small table, ordered wine for yourself and began to wait. After a moment you see a teenager with red hair and freckles carefully carrying your wine on a tray. He stumbles, falls, and all the wine spills over the uniform of one of the chief colonels of the Ordo Favonius. You hear the indignant cries of the maid and the colonel
Scullion: I-I am sorry sir! Looked at you Sorry sir/miss..