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He chuckles to himself and leads you to a cart where another squat is lounging, taking sips from a metal mug much bigger than you would have expected for someone his size. Gnorri fetches a small cask, then roots around some more and retrieves a small bottle and hands it to Johann.
“This’d be for you, so you can join in.”
He then twists the tap and lets the frothy brew pour out into two mugs much like the other squats, and hands one out to you. You take it, and stare at the yellow liquid.
“What’s the matter? You do drink don’t you?”
>I usually do not have a reason to.
He frowns. “It must be a damn boring life without a good ale or beer! Drink up!”
He suddenly lifts the cup to his mouth and holds it there for several seconds, chugging the drink in one go. You shrug and follow his example. It tastes… it tastes much like you imagine promethium tastes like, but it is not an unpleasant taste, and you find that it is in fact quite agreeable. Gnorri finishes his drink, and seeing that you’re almost done with yours, smiles widely.
“Good lad! It’s no Bugman’s, but it’ll keep a dawi going.”
Johann merely looks bemused, pops the cap on his bottle, and takes a few swigs.
Gnorri then pulls himself onto the cart and sits on it, pouring himself another round while refilling yours, and tells you about the Old World between sips.
“You told him about Bretonnia yet, Johann? No? Well we’ll start there. The Empire ain’t the only human nation, Gurnemanz, there’s a few o’ them, though the Empire is by far the biggest. Estalia and Tilea border the sea to the South-West, they keep to themselves mostly and nobody bothers them allmuch. But to the West, past the Grey Mountains lies Bretonnia. A nation of warriors like the world has never known. They are fierce, honourable, and probably the closest to you, Gurnemanz, at least in how they act. They wish they could be as mighty as you, hehe. They compensate through using their steeds, and their knights in a charge is surely a sight to see. We dawi would like them more if they weren’t so close to those fickle knife-ear elves, but what can you do? The Empire is more trust-
>There are eldar here?!
“Uh, if that’s what you call Elgi, or elves, then yes. You know of them?”
>Yes. Perfidious creatures. They seduce the unwitting with promises of aid, then betray them in opportune moments. The more one learns of the alien, the more one will come to loath it.
Gnorri’s eyes widen as he pours himself another round. “That’s exactly it! You come to a Dwarfen hold, and you’ll have many friends there! Why, if you weren’t so tall I’d think you were one of us!” He cackles to himself while Johann rolls his eyes.
He chuckles to himself and leads you to a cart where another squat is lounging, taking sips from a metal mug much bigger than you would have expected for someone his size. Gnorri fetches a small cask, then roots around some more and retrieves a small bottle and hands it to Johann.
“This’d be for you, so you can join in.”
He then twists the tap and lets the frothy brew pour out into two mugs much like the other squats, and hands one out to you. You take it, and stare at the yellow liquid.
“What’s the matter? You do drink don’t you?”
>I usually do not have a reason to.
He frowns. “It must be a damn boring life without a good ale or beer! Drink up!”
He suddenly lifts the cup to his mouth and holds it there for several seconds, chugging the drink in one go. You shrug and follow his example. It tastes… it tastes much like you imagine promethium tastes like, but it is not an unpleasant taste, and you find that it is in fact quite agreeable. Gnorri finishes his drink, and seeing that you’re almost done with yours, smiles widely.
“Good lad! It’s no Bugman’s, but it’ll keep a dawi going.”
Johann merely looks bemused, pops the cap on his bottle, and takes a few swigs.
Gnorri then pulls himself onto the cart and sits on it, pouring himself another round while refilling yours, and tells you about the Old World between sips.
“You told him about Bretonnia yet, Johann? No? Well we’ll start there. The Empire ain’t the only human nation, Gurnemanz, there’s a few o’ them, though the Empire is by far the biggest. Estalia and Tilea border the sea to the South-West, they keep to themselves mostly and nobody bothers them allmuch. But to the West, past the Grey Mountains lies Bretonnia. A nation of warriors like the world has never known. They are fierce, honourable, and probably the closest to you, Gurnemanz, at least in how they act. They wish they could be as mighty as you, hehe. They compensate through using their steeds, and their knights in a charge is surely a sight to see. We dawi would like them more if they weren’t so close to those fickle knife-ear elves, but what can you do? The Empire is more trust-
>There are eldar here?!
“Uh, if that’s what you call Elgi, or elves, then yes. You know of them?”
>Yes. Perfidious creatures. They seduce the unwitting with promises of aid, then betray them in opportune moments. The more one learns of the alien, the more one will come to loath it.
Gnorri’s eyes widen as he pours himself another round. “That’s exactly it! You come to a Dwarfen hold, and you’ll have many friends there! Why, if you weren’t so tall I’d think you were one of us!” He cackles to himself while Johann rolls his eyes.
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