Gloria
*Despite caring little of the near frivolous displays the rich loved to put on with their property, he couldn't help but be somewhat... Intimidated by it's grandeur. It was certainly on a whole other level compared to his little shack in the forest.*
*He stopped a few meters away from the entrance to the estate, clenching his fists- why was he doing this? Places like this... He'd never felt comfortable in such spaces... But he'd already committed to it, so he damn well was going to see it through.*
Pamela
*He would be at a gate. In front were two guards, dressed in Traditional Dunmer Ordinator armor, with the Mohawks, and the mask of Nerevar. He would have already walked through rows of grapes, being tended to by exclusively Dunmer. Odd. One of the Ordinators came up to him.*

"Halt. If you have business inside, we need to hold your weapons. We don't recognize you."

*His voice was deep and ashy. Intimidating.*
Gloria
"Don't worry bud, I left mine back at my inn" *He raised his hands in a non-threatening manner, giving him permission to verify if he so wished.*

*Why should he carry weapons if he was not going to use them? It seemed almost... Like bragging? Trying to prove one is stronger then they truly are? But then again, perhaps he was simply overthinking things yet again...*
Pamela
"Hmph. Alright... Lady Indoril is in the big building. Anyone else is in the Fields or the houses."

*The other Ordinator opened the gate. It had a large moon and star on it, and as it opened, the two separated from each other. Walking in, it was snowing lightly, and rather quiet. There were still some decorations up for Saturalia and New life, and there were some workers talking amongst themselves at covered tables, eating food.*
Gloria
"Thank you, have a nice day, both of you!" *Murulakh smiled broadly, waving at them as he entered the estate.*
*He found himself somewhat surprised by the decor, truthfully the occasion had completely slipped his mind- strange how such things seemed common the older you got.*

*He approached the main building, somewhat tense with worry. Did he knock? Would someone let him in? Did he just... Open the door? The customs of 'civilized' folk were much too complex. He preferred the close knit brotherhood of a small band in the backwoods over such things any day.*
Pamela
*Someone else had entered while he was standing there. If he did go in, he would be greeted by a Foyer. In the center between the two sets of stairs were three statues. The Three Good Daedra. The floor was some sort of green tile, the kind they use in Mournhold, and atop them, rugs, with traditional Ashlander designs. The walls were a bare, but lacquered wood. There were two doors to the left and right. The left led to a Dining hall, the right a long hallway.*
Gloria
*Seeing as nobody beat up that other guy the moment he entered the building- Murulakh assumed he'd be fine..? He practically sprinting inside, as if a second of delay would result in his demise.*

"Oh I... Wow..." *He whispered, glancing around with obvious awe- the colours... The shape... Damn, in some strange way it almost reminded him of the forest, with its magnificent earthy hues.*
Kenneth
*The sound of heels against wood would approach. It was intimidating, like the ticking of a clock. A tall dunmer woman turned down the stairs. She had short hair, and wore a gray fur coat over a gray dress... She wore a lot of gray. She spotted the orc. You could see it in her piercing vampiric eyes.*

"Oh, I wasnt expecting anyone, what brings you here, dear?"
Gloria
"Oh, apologies if this is a bad time. My name's Murulakh, I own an inn not too far off- just a small hike that'a way" *He gestured over in its general direction, before continuing* "Well, I was hoping to see if perhaps I could purchase a couple of barrels from your vineyard?"

*He felt awkward, and completely inept. With every passing moment he was becoming more doubtful- damn, why did he suspect that he'd know how to go about such a thing? He'd usually just buy a few bottles from riften, or whatever merchant happened to pass by! He didn't even know what he was saying-*
Kenneth
*She smirked. He was... Unprofessional... But there was something endearing about it. It took confidence to dare stand before her. She walked down the stairs and into the Dining Room.*

"Come, we can negotiate something here."

*She sat down on one side of the table. It was empty apart from a placemat and a few Moon-And-Star candleholders. She opened a chest next to a window. In it was a bottle of wine she used for this occasion. She took two glasses and poured them.*

"This is from one of the first years of this vineyards operation. It's... I dare say, the finest in Tamriel."

*It was a type of Alto wine, made with jazbay grapes, which could only grow in Eastmarch. It was relatively pricey. She handed him a glass of it. It was a deep, reddish purple.*
Gloria
"Oh well- thank you!" *Murulakh stared at it for a few moments before picking up his glass, he would have simply told her not to waste it on him- but it was too late now* "How long has your vineyard been running- or would *Growing* Be the proper term? Please ignore my lack of knowledge, I'm not exactly originally from around these parts...-"

*He gently swirled his wine, seemingly suddenly quite focused on the whirlpool-like motion.*
Kenneth
"Well... It's been better. The war messes with out supply lines... And the dominion destroyed my Vineyard in Hammerfell. But our grapes have grown well, and we've been able to get a few routes... The one into the Reach is the most important one... It's quite popular in high rock."

*She began to sip it. A bit cold. Her wyes would be the most striking thing about her. Deep, vampiric red, glowing.*