"What kin' of things... happen?" Ecgleofu asked, trying to focus. "Or, what kin' of things from olden days?"
"What kin' of things... happen?" Ecgleofu asked, trying to focus. "Or, what kin' of things from olden days?"
That kind old lady stopped the rain for us.
She said it would only make us cold, and miserable, and sick.
We thanked her and hugged her and she walked away smiling warmly.
I miss the puddles...
"Thank you Gark, I hope the taste is better then the timing."
" Jebidiah, Old times strike new futures, I expect you to have a better memory."
Niel takes a sip of his ale.
" Now take a seat, and lets refresh the memories of the past. "
Niel took a stronger sip, this time gulping the drink in its whole. " Gark, hand over another round, I can drink this beautifully of a drink all day."
"Smith" looked at the barkeep, with a venomous look. He wasn't in a good mood right now, but he had to hand it over to the man that he made good wine.
"Good wine you got here. The brew turned out good as always."
His expression turned rather sour as he saw the weather outside had gotten MUCH worse than when he walked in. His forge and house were on the other side of town, and he had a feeling that he wouldn't have a very good time with the trip home.
Was that a smile on Gark's face, or was it just a trick of the light dancing across his weary wrinkles? Either way, the old man seemed to have more of a spring in his step. He brought the beer over, wiped his hands on his apron. and coughed to clear his voice.
"Let me tell ye the secret. Ye start wi' the largest, heaviest green hopberries. Collect them at midnight an' store them in darkness till they smell sweet an' taste bitter. Ferment them in liquid. When yer through, ye should get a golden drink, rich and light, wi' a glorious head. Ah'm glad tae hear ye like it, we recently changed the recipe."
"Eh, if ya... if ya let me see it, I might figger it out..." Ecgleofu took another swig of ale and scribbled something in her book. "'T'll be nothing, really. Not goin' t' be dangerous if I approach it with a clear head..." After draining the rest of the tankard, she got up and staggered to the window, to see that the rain had gotten even further from abating. Perhaps she wouldn't be able to set off again tonight.
"Damn Bardsong..." Ecgleofu muttered to herself. "Why'dya have t' stop here?" She went back and dropped into her seat again.
That kind old lady stopped the rain for us.
She said it would only make us cold, and miserable, and sick.
We thanked her and hugged her and she walked away smiling warmly.
I miss the puddles...
Looking out through the window, to check why no one have entered the tavern for a while, he took notice of the worsening weather. How could I miss that? Jason thought to himself, taking another drink from his ale. If the weather breaks out into storm, then he would need to stay at the tavern. And if he have to stay there, then he have to pay for a room. So he decided to get only one more ale and save the rest of the money for a room. And if he complimented for the good drink, then he would probably get a room quicker then the others.
He got up from his place and walked over to Gark. "My old friend, I must say that this ale is delicious. I have been to some places, during my time before I settled down and started my shop here, but your ale is the best I have ever tasted. I would like to have another one, if I may."
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