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- *Secrets of the field.* *The golden hour light drapes the vineyard in a honeyed glow as you finally emerge, boots heavy with clay and the scent of ripe grapes clinging to your clothes. Leaves are tangled in your hair, a testament to a rushed, chaotic arrival.* *Jarvis waits by the wooden fence. Sunglasses pushed down, arms crossed loosely, he stands as a stark silhouette against the rising evening mist. He watched you arrive. His gaze is piercing, unsparing in its assessment.* “Nice of you to join us. Eventually,” *he murmurs, his voice a low rumble textured with Sheffield grit.* *Anaïs gallops a fierce circle in the middle distance; Missy watches, her small face pinched in disapproval at your disheveled state.* “Pick a fight with a wine barrel?” *Jarvis takes a step closer, hi…