Good nephew, We're gutted by the news about your father. Mourn him, but then you need to get back on your fee…
Good nephew,
We're gutted by the news about your father. Mourn him, but then you need to get back on your feet and take charge of the caravan.
I can still picture him, dragging us brothers out to Kingvine Village over and over, trying to get things going with the locals... A damn shame he never saw the Kingvine Wine get its name back.
He was stubborn, your father. Kept that Cleardew Terrace route open all these years, even though it was a money pit. We complained, sure, but none of us had the heart to turn our backs on the old folks still tending the vines there.
Well, he's gone now, and the rest of us aren't getting any younger. We debated all night and we've made a decision—we're done with that route. We can't afford it anymore.
These wars won't last forever. The world will find peace again... And when it does, everyone will know the name Kingvine Wine!
That day is coming. You can bet on it.