Trickling down the vines

It took weeks for Alaric to get to this part of the continent. When he arrived, he was grate for the covering the thick trees and the now wilting grape vines. Winter was approaching after all, the grapes were starting to fall off the vines and litter the graveyard. Curiously, Alaric sniffed at the fermenting fruit on the ground. They smelled...sweet. with a hint of something unfamiliar to him. His ears flickered and he looked around for any signs of a stranger. Nothing yet. Shrugging his shoulders he decided to taste one of the fruits. When the grape popped in his mighty jaws and slid down his throat, a warmth flooded over him. How bizarre. Reluctantly he tried a mouthful more, until his entire body felt warm and free. He felt....very relaxed. A lot more relaxed than he'd been since arriving. He liked this vineyard.

However, the sounds of footsteps and the rustling of foliage made his suddenly perked up. Well, as much as he could. He looked around, his mind slightly swimming from the fruit. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. He was deciding to walk or not but decided to stay in place. "Who goes there?" He called out, burping shortly after all. Very intimidating, he scolded himself internally.