Ythfas (mentioned)

Why did he have to yell? To block my path to my friend Eranna who has returned and try to force his presence upon me, hands like bars on either side of me, reeking of lust and anger and desire, like some overheated lion in a rut intent on forcing me to the floor so he could reclaim me with his body? I was so very wrong to have let him in.. he is too young. Too young by far, with a boy's impetuous demand that he get all he wishes now and no care for what cost may be had for others.

The cask rested on sturdy oak cradles in a vaulted stone corridor beneath Vingetrymming Hall. Beyond it were its siblings, all like portly matrons in a row, hands folded and waiting to bring forth their sweet fruit. Ythgar ran one hand over the barrel, tracing the emblem of his line carefully painted on the side. A stylized 'v' with bunches of grapes about it. The most profitable export of his lands had always been the wine. After the destruction of Lordaeron, the plentiful vinyards which once had graced the hillsides of the valleys and sun-kissed foothills in the region had withered and died. With them had died the Vingulds' greatest source of wealth, and their loss had meant a finality and ending to the coffers of the family.