Murin is amidst his vats and kegs, cheerily chanting sonorously as he stirs, the vat bubbling and vibrating ominously in reply.
Suddenly he clutches his temple and furrows his brow in concentration.
The low resonance of the vat fades dejectedly.
He looks to his vat with an apologetic expression, then eyes the kegs against the wall.
"Right, best get this lot to the Schild for Master James pronto. Better see the Supervisor about a fast wagon."
"Cask and ale, hearty and hale, hark our ta-"
Suddenly he clutches his temple and furrows his brow in concentration.
The low resonance of the vat fades dejectedly.
He looks to his vat with an apologetic expression, then eyes the kegs against the wall.
"Right, best get this lot to the Schild for Master James pronto. Better see the Supervisor about a fast wagon."
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