A press floor, a short cellar, a tasting counter, and a room off the back where the owner lives. Lotan holds the lease, the living space included, and sells wines and meads in volume to taverns across the tiers under the Wine Merchants' Guild. The building has no working frontage on the canal side — which suits its owner.

The House Rule

Lotan does not lend and does not borrow. Anyone who needs coin is offered work on the press floor instead, and paid fairly for it. A rack of coins from a dozen ports is nailed to a ceiling beam; regulars add to it.

Connections

The Building

From Beyond Relief.

The place was an inn before Lotan held the lease. The ground floor is the winery proper and his own quarters. The few upstairs rooms have been converted into tasting rooms — except the one at the end of the hall, which is kept as Roxy's room whenever she uses it. She rarely does as she sleeps in the Tiered Gardens most nights.

Related

The WinecradleThe Wine Merchants' Guild — above, a legendary tasting room and wines that fetch premium prices across the known world. Below, cellars extending deep into the hillside where some bottles have been aging since before the curse into something that is no longer quite wine. Sconce RowA narrow street three blocks from the Tiered Gardens' lower gate — and the shuttered house on it that still carries Valentro's family name. The Burnt QuillFour centuries of continuous publication, a legendary archive of everything Venturia has chosen to remember — and a restricted morgue of everything it hasn't. The Echoing CourtA circular plaza with peculiar acoustics that has become Venturia's venue for public dispute resolution — where professional advocates make careers, and a poorly chosen phrase gets repeated in taverns for weeks. The Liminal HouseVenturia's foundling home — four centuries old, no questions asked about before, and alumni who quietly recognize each other across the city by small signs they've never had to explain. The Masquers' SodalityVenturia's guild of mask-makers, who have spent nearly a millennium learning that in this city, the line between face and mask grows dangerously thin — and some commissions are made for clients who never sit for fittings.