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Augustin Tonnelliay's journal

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Augustin Tonnelliay’s journal
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Item needed to complete a quest.
Quest items / Books
Common item
Blood and Wine
On a body east of Fox Hollow at a treasure hunt marker.
Base price
Price to buy
1 crown(s)
Price to sell
0 weight

Augustin Tonnelliay's journal is found on the body of Augustin Tonnelliay, northeast of Fox Hollow, together with the Key to chest in sunflower fields and some bread.

Associated quests[edit | edit source]

Journal entry[edit | edit source]

[Thick journal written in a steady hand. The last pages, however, contain different handwriting, full of blots and crossed-out words]
A mysterious gentleman has come to me asking whether I would agree to sell him the stock of barrels we are preparing for the new wine variety. I refused him curtly, for I know how much the new wine means to Miss Matilda. And how much depends on this wine’s success. After all, things have been very tight at the vineyard these last days…
This extremely mysterious gentleman has turned out to be equally extremely wealthy. He came to me again with a very hefty pouch… Bum-blast it, it will be very hard to refuse him if he puts me to that trial again.
Today I forgot to lock the gates to the barrel storehouse. I’m very ashamed… but what could I do? Miss Matilda is crushed. I won’t touch that coin until all has settled down. I’ve hidden a sack stuffed with Nilfgaardian florens in the sunflower fields. I would not want someone to find such a fortune in my home.
He has paid me another visit. This time he wanted me to procure him the recipe for the new wine. I do have some honor, barrels are one thing – I can make new ones, perhaps even better ones – but the recipe for the wine… I said I’d sooner die, and then he gave me this strange look… sent shivers down my spine. I think I’d best barricade my doors this night…