Brews and Blues

You're a champ, mate. Can't wait for that sweet nectar.

Still no whiskey, huh? That's a bummer.

I can almost taste that whiskey, mate.

You know what goes great with this weather? Whiskey.

That's the stuff! You're a true friend, mate.

Don't forget the whiskey, mate.

Maybe outworlders can be good drunks too - I never expected it!

Don't have much, but perhaps this will cover it.

Ah, the sweet nectar of Elanien Whiskey, I've had the pleasure of its company more times than I can uh, remember. Hic!

Unfortunately, with all these portal-hoppers, demand's gone through the roof. Whiskey's as scarce as a sober night at a dwarf's wedding.

That, and my pockets are as empty as a - hic - politician's promises. Procuring it myself is a challenge.

But a kind soul like you could surely spare a bottle for a hapless philosopher like me, right?

After all, my predicament is partially your fault. You came through that damn portal, didn't you?

I've been told people stash bottles in crates and barrels. Worse comes to - hic - worse, maybe you can trade for it?

Oh well, can't blame an old man for trying.

Well, shoot. Thought you had a generous heart.

No worries, mate. I'll just sit here, parched and whiskey-less.