-Uhmm....no...
-I was....looking for a...uhhm brewery....
-Oh...
*akward silence commences*-So... I guess this aint the brewery eh?
-No...
-you're probably lookin' for the Brewstery out back...
-Probably...
-Uhhm by the way...You've got a map I could borrow?
-A what?
-Map. Of the fort.
-So you're a migrant...but then you couldve just talked to the people in charge right?
-Uhhm...
-I think you should leave now.
You're lucky my husband aint home.
-Oh, uhhm...thank you...
-Just go through the back door, but if I ever see your dirty face here again I'm calling the guards!
*I hurried through the door at the back of the house.*I ended up in some sort of courtyard surrounded by walls on all sides, mostly the backs of people's residents. The place was well lit with little round lamps here and there luminating the scene with a warm glow. There was a large sign that said-
the Brewstery If you die from alcohol poisoning you'll get a discount
The warm air was heavy with the scent of the sweetest dwarven rum, the filling aroma of old bitter ale and maybe a hint of vomit. Old memories of the dwarfs natural state of intoxication filled my body, mind and soul. I could feel my desires even in the tips of my toes.
Before I knew it I was halfrunning towards the light and the sign.
Upon entering the area atleast half a dozen heads turned my way, expressions ranged from indifferece or confusion to genuine joy.
The fat dwarf behind the bar suddently emerges into a jolly laughter followed by a blunt invite.
-Aye! Ye snot-bearded bastard! Get ove'ere n grab yaself a beer for fcks sake! Can't have dorfs standin' round bein' sober up in'ere!
-Can't seey I've seen ya face round these parts befou' matey, you some sort-o migrant o-what?
...
-Well, guess you be one of 'em shy bastards then. Here let me introduce ya ey!
-Everyone! This is ma' new buddy Snotbeard!
-And me I'd be the one n only Brewster he'self! Legendary drunk, proficient womanizer, famous for wrestlin' wild amimals and last but not least proud owner of the last bastion of hope in this god-forsaken hole.
Suddently the tiny dwarf who were sitting upon another dorfs shoulder spoke up with a squeeky voice.
-Womanizer! pfff... You got as much charm as a goat dipped in heated oil and arguably less charisma! And I feel obligated towards your guest here to shine some light on the whole "wrestling situation", by famous he primarely refers to himself and by "wild animals" he means one pig. Yes, a single one!
-Shaddup Onil! You midget-bastard! You slugfaced piece of shit! Lover of elves and donkeys!You...!
Oh sorry, this is Onil the short-
-the bright*
-as i was sayin' he is so small that he always have this clump of dorf with 'im at all times, guess his tiny little legs can't keep up, hehe.
-Clump of dorfs name is Okod, people think he be a mute but he's accually just really slow.
-This guy ove'ere go b'the name-o Razor! Used to be a pirate but now his a fish-dissector or some-tin stupid like dat.
*he slowly nods*- And the three ladies ove-there at the table be Esmar, Lora 'n Norede. Esmar's the one with the green shirt, she got a feisty temprament 'n a stabbing arm to match. She's accually not too bad if ya catch her on her good side tho. The one with the stupid grin on her face is Lora, she's a bit crazy but I've heard that she's an excellent mechanic. Last one's Norede, ex-military, kinda depressed and probably quite dangerous.
-Here's your beer b'the-way, first one's on the house ey! hehe. Tell me if ya want anotherone. Another ale'll be 3 bucks, 5 for a bit o rum and sometin' more exotic'll cost ya.
I sat there mesmerized by the dark golden liquid in my cup, the lights aroud me disappeared and only the light reflecting from the drinks surface remained. Soon the voices and the laughes started melting together into some sort of backround noise where no words were distinguishable from eachother. Even the voices in my head went silent, don't know if they did it out of respect for the moment or if I blocked them out like everything else...
I slowly lifted the cup, hands shaking from anticipation, as the liquid poured over my lips there was a few moments of sheer extacy. I had never felt so alive in as long as I could remember, it took a lot of willpower to force myself back into reality.
-Dorf at the back of the table is Merud, been drinking all night so dat he'd get the courage to talk wit'em dwarfettes. People wouldn't believe I'd ever say this but I think he drank a tad too much, hehe.
-Well, what's your story matey? Can't just be me talkin' all day, ey.
First of what story will you tell him?
The truth? Make one up? Say nothing?
And what should you do next?