"This bar tender neither answers questions about nor serves his ale," Glance A'Lot says to Drakonis sitting next to him at the bar. "Lousy service - I think we should fire him, and confiscate the ale."

He grabs two 5-gallon mugs from the rack and fills them himself, passes one to Drakonis, and takes a hefty gulp from his own.

A gigantic burp erupts from his stomach. "Not half bad this ale - at least the dwarf knows his brewing!"

Last edited by GlanceALot; 25/11/04 03:00 PM.
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