Specialty Brews

[Intrepid42]

Murin finishes up stacking his supplies, giving the front entrance one last hopeful glance, then heads to stand behind a spare counter in the Trade Hall.

He rummages around in the mysterious area beneath the counter, and sets a small sign on the wooden countertop.

Stouthammer's Speciality Brews!
General Trade Enquiries Welcome

Murin looks around the bustling Trade Hall, an expectant look on his face.

[Saulus]

Word slowly begins to travel that Stouthammer's Specialty Brews have a good kick and put most other brewers in the land to shame.

Some say even officers in the Legion have become partial to the ales.

[Captain Caveman]

The door to the Trade Hall bursts open and a stunning wave of cold sweeps through the hall followed by a howl.

" Beer Bearda ! Fullgrin has found you ! "

A substantial sack of gold is set down on the counter.

" Give Fullgrin a bottle of everything ...and a glazed doughnut....to go !"

[Intrepid42]

Murin's eyes widen in alarm, then narrow warily as Fullgrin approaches, before they are seemingly transfixed by the bag of gold now sitting on the counter.

"Ahh.... Aye! Just give me a moment!"

He discretely puts on his travelling cloak, and starts assembling the various flasks and casks, a small collection rapidly growing between both.

Murin's gaze shifts to a small, now frost-encrusted, cask sitting close by on the counter. He pours a small measure and takes a sup of the flash-chilled ale, smacking his lips appreciatively. He eyes Fullgrin speculatively, visions of magical heat-resistant kegs flashing through his thoughts, before recovering his composure and adding up the totals.

"Right, there ye are! A selection of fine ales, served just like they've been hauled up the Climb... rapidly. Ha!"

"Dough? Ay don't do bread, sorry. But for such a fine customer, ay'll try the lasses yonder for ye now."

Murin scurries down the length of the counter. After brief negotiations with one of his colleagues, he hastens back bearing a specimen of the finest baked goods available, before sliding it over on a plate, smiling amiably.