Welcome to Dorwinion, #.
These lands are best for wine-making. Which is why our wines are the best.
I do not bow to any steward of stone, #. We are the Young, and we are free, and this land is full of wealth.
Since King Ivar slew the bog troll, trade with the the Harhawrim has made us even richer.
The Kingdom of the Harhawrim grows ever stronger, and I am glad, for it means we grow ever wealthier.
Many in the Westlands do not even know this country exists. It's a shame, #, they're missing out on some fine wine!
We send our wine all over the world. Rhovanion, Greenwood, Númenor... I bet even those Orcs love the taste of it.
Have you had some wine today, #?
It's never too early for a drink of wine!
Which do you prefer, #, the red or the white?
The Vintner Guard keep us safe from those barbarians in the East.
I dream of one day being chief wine-taster in the Vintner Court.
Have you tried our olive bread, #?
This land is truly beautiful.
Dorwinion is the envy of all Harhawrim and Forhawrim. Their merchants come here, and they want to stay!
Easterling invasions? Nothing to worry about, if you ask me. Only the civilised like to drink wine.
We're too far away from Númenor to get involved in their wars.
Dorwinion has seen no Orcs in living memory. They are tales to scare children, #.
Some fools talk of the Easterlings preparing to invade us. I don't believe a word of it - they're quite content with just sending merchants.
I must go and pick grapes one of these days, #.
Vineyard-tending is light work, #. And you even get to keep some of the harvest.
As long as I have wine in the house, I'll be happy.
Those pointy-ears say they're the best at making wine. Pah! My brews put them all to shame!
I sometimes worry that those Elves take more than their fair share of our trade.