Deep in the heart of Épernay lies a small building surrounded by a large vineyard. As you enter a handsome young man smiles at you, Sacha Chevalier, owner of the establishment. You push past the haughty looking customer impatiently waiting for their champagne and utter a seemingly innocent phrase to Sacha, he merely smiles again and gestures towards a heavy oaken door set into the floor. Below, the dusty wine cellar sprawls out, filled with a number of huge casks, each one meticulously inscribed with a date and a short description. You ignore all the casks but one, dated relatively recently, and push on its front. The front of the cask swings open to reveal a small room with an antiquated printing press, it doesn't appear to be running but a young man is inspecting it under the the supervision of a stunning young woman, Claire Prideux, who turns as you enter, smiles warmly and rushes to give you a hug.

"You have that article for me, oui?"