<div style="text-align: center">《Miles》<br/>
Location: Leavenworth<br/>
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</div>The nearby winery had been a good source of wine, and Miles had made friends with the family early on. Unfortunately, they had some kind of mishap that left them all wandering around inside their villa, ruining any chance of finishing the cask bottling or their family traditions. Miles had figured he could wait them out. With any luck their corpses would fall into disrepair and they'd be disabled in time. But with the wider range of places like Abendblume, Miles figured the miscreants there would come clear out the winery, destroy whatever had been left, and ruin the treasure that remained.<br/><br/>This morning Miles was itching for something to do. Normally he and Loretta would have a morning together, reminiscing or making plans for the spring, what to plant, what repairs needed to be made, what supply runs needed to be scheduled to get the Wilson's crop distributed for things of use. There were other growers he worked with, some supplying things more necessary for survival than the Devil's Weed, but no supplies seemed to sooth the soul like alcohol, drugs, and sweets. Which reminded him; he had an appointment to talk to a family interested in growing beets.<br/><br/>He was just about to exit his fence line when he spotted a person and a dog heading up the road. As he shielded his eyes from the morning sun he saw that it could only be one person and one four-legged furball; Carla and Rookie.<br/><br/>His morning plans might be delayed. He leaned against the fence and waited for them to approach. "Good morning," he called out. "I take it you weren't just 'in the neighborhood?'"