1945 Romanee-Conti (P)
Apr 11, 2023 19:13:05 GMT -5
Post by Baron V. Gubb on Apr 11, 2023 19:13:05 GMT -5
It was a rather beautiful, relaxing, cold day in the north. A fresh snowfall had just occurred and despite the spring weather down south, it was still incredibly frigged up this way. Gubb loved it. They loved this part of the world so much, the chill in the air, the bleach white snow, the danger, it was bliss to them. So any chance to travel the frog took, enjoying the scenery as they walked the busy streets of the Pale City.
Gubb had come to the city looking for a very rare bottle of wine, one that they had been hunting for for awhile and was now hoping to score big. While they did not live in the city, they loved visiting, see the cold, shivering locals who always had a frown on their face, what joy it was to see others displeasure. Many people moved from building to building, quickly trying to escape the cold and find a warm room to rest in, but Grubb, they just casually walked the streets, stopping to buy a snack, window shopping, and generally having a good time.
The two foot white Ribbinynh had a black shawl pulled around their neck, a maroon vest buttoned up their belly and a small black top hat resting on their head. They walked with a cane, finally nearing the wine shop they had come to visit, a joyful smile spread across their face. The shop was small, but packed with product, shelves and shelves of wine bottles climbing the rooms walls. A layer of dust settled on the majority of the shop, giving it a very stale, cramped vibe. The Baron loved coming to this shop, just spending hours upon hours reading the labels and the history of each bottle.
"Good Morning Mister Gubb, pleasure to see you this cold day. How can I be of service?"
A lanky, elderly man from behind the counter greeted the frog, a familiar face and only one of the few people Gubb actually enjoyed speaking to. The Baron tipped his top hat, nodded and greeted the man in response.
"Ahh yes Jeem, Pleasure as always, I am hoping you can grace me with a particular wine, a very old, rare wine."
Gubb had come to the city looking for a very rare bottle of wine, one that they had been hunting for for awhile and was now hoping to score big. While they did not live in the city, they loved visiting, see the cold, shivering locals who always had a frown on their face, what joy it was to see others displeasure. Many people moved from building to building, quickly trying to escape the cold and find a warm room to rest in, but Grubb, they just casually walked the streets, stopping to buy a snack, window shopping, and generally having a good time.
The two foot white Ribbinynh had a black shawl pulled around their neck, a maroon vest buttoned up their belly and a small black top hat resting on their head. They walked with a cane, finally nearing the wine shop they had come to visit, a joyful smile spread across their face. The shop was small, but packed with product, shelves and shelves of wine bottles climbing the rooms walls. A layer of dust settled on the majority of the shop, giving it a very stale, cramped vibe. The Baron loved coming to this shop, just spending hours upon hours reading the labels and the history of each bottle.
"Good Morning Mister Gubb, pleasure to see you this cold day. How can I be of service?"
A lanky, elderly man from behind the counter greeted the frog, a familiar face and only one of the few people Gubb actually enjoyed speaking to. The Baron tipped his top hat, nodded and greeted the man in response.
"Ahh yes Jeem, Pleasure as always, I am hoping you can grace me with a particular wine, a very old, rare wine."