| Something's Brewing |
| Required: 40 Hops, 10 White Oak Bark, 10 Blackbush Stem. |
| → Go to Jarda Ynarow |
| YOU: [You clear your throat.] About that job, please? |
| Jarda Ynarow nods, and shows you a fading article, ripped from a broadside; Announcing the New Brewmaster of the Dome, Screeches the headline silently. |
| -The drawing below the headline shows many barrels standing in a row with a sign above them that proclaims – |
| Hydlaa’s Specialty Hops, The Best Brew by the Best Brewer- The rest of the article is torn away.- |
| Jarda Ynarow holds up his nine fingers, then makes a plus sign and holds up one more finger. |
| YOU: A new brewmaster? And you want… 10 barrels? This is great news. Where do I go for the beers? |
| Jarda Ynarow flips open his notebook to a map of Hydlaa, and shrugs. |
| Jarda Ynarow looks at you and nods “yes,” then shakes his head “no,” then stares at you again, his hands open at his sides in a shrug. |
| YOU: Yes or no, again? Well, yes. A bar without a beer is like a Dome without a Crystal. I’ll help you. Here’s to the Brewmaster and the Brewmaster’s Brew! |
| Jarda Ynarow hands you a Requisition for 10 Kegs of Hydlaa’s Specialty Hops and turns back to work. |
| → Go to [NPC] Narwin |
| YOU: Are you the BrewMaster? |
| Narwin: BrewMaster I be! |
| Narwin: Tis me! |
| Narwin: Tis me! |
| Narwin: Narwin Molstagh at yer service! |
| Narwin bows. |
| Narwin: Storyteller! |
| Narwin: Hero of Great Renown! |
| Narwin: and a Fine Dancer! |
| Narwin: Which do you need? |
| Narwin: Come on, speak up youngster! |
| Narwin: What’s do ye call yerself, Stonehammer? |
| YOU: Me, my name is Trebanass but just call me Mr T. |
| Narwin: Well good Mr T, what will it be? |
| Narwin: A story or a dance before getting down to bidness? |
| YOU: Oh, all right. How about a story? |
| Narwin: Good choice Mr T! |
| Narwin: Curiosity is the way to adventure and riches! |
| Narwin: Now, once, not long after the Great Rift between Laanx and Talad, a curious, adventurous, fulsome I must say, Stonehammer youth dared to traverse the wilderlands where the murderous ulbernauts nested. |
| Narwin: The youth, having a fine nose for the bitters and the mash, sniffed out the intoxicating, get it Mr T, intoxicating? |
| Narwin: Scent of the finest hops on any of the levels of the Dome! |
| Narwin: A flash of brilliance unfurled the future before ’em, like an Ojaveda carpet on Market Day. |
| Narwin: ‘What we all do need in these times of tossing and tumbling, be a fine and hearty Brew to calm our nerves and steady our hands,’ thought the youth! |
| Narwin: The adventurer, howsoever, were stronger than smart, it seems, and more curious than cautious to boot and scabbard! |
| Narwin: Charging out into the fields, our hapless youngster commenced to digging, nose muscles full of mash and fermentation. |
| Narwin: When lo! |
| Narwin: Out from the scrubby brushes comes a whole nasty herd of ‘nauts, slaverin’ and slashin’ like no tomorrow. |
| Narwin: And the truth be told, there were no tomorrow fer our stalwart stiller, lickety split, the kidling were dancing with Dakkru for many a dark cycle. |
| Narwin: And the great field of the sweetest, most maltil-icious, had to await a new adventurer to find it’s potent- ial, get it, potent? |
| Narwin: Ye be looking at that Very One! |
| Narwin: Me it Be!! |
| Narwin: Tis I! |
| YOU: Are you done? I have an order for you from Amdeneir. |
| Narwin: An order? |
| -The StoneHammer reads, stroking his beard.- |
| Narwin: Ten barrels ye says! |
| Narwin: Aye, I can provide such sustenance as that! |
| Narwin: Tis a grand day fer a new brew! |
| Narwin: Here have a sample! |
| Narwin hands you a frothy mug of Specialty Hops. |
| Narwin: Bidness should ne’er be done with a dry throat, friend! |
| Narwin: Drink up with me! |
| Narwin: Cheers! |
| YOU: Sure! A sale is always worth celebrating! Cheers! |
| [INFO]: If you don't drink the beer Narwin wants 60 hops instead of 40 |
| Narwin drinks his mug and wipes his beard, then smacks his lips again. |
| Narwin: Oh, now, that tastes so good, it do! |
| Narwin: Reminds me, I need more hops for the next batch. |
| Narwin: Go fetch me 40 hops plants and I will get the kegs out of the Winch warehouse. |
| YOU: : Phew! Here are your hops plants. Now can I get my order filled? |
| -The BrewMaster holds the 40 plants up to his nose and sniffs.- |
| Narwin: That smells terrific I do say! |
| Narwin: But didn’t I tell ye, I need the secret ingredient? |
| Narwin: Go get me, lemme see… |
| Narwin counts on all his digits again |
| Narwin: Get me 10 aye that be it! |
| Narwin: Ten white oak bark and 10 blackbush stems. |
| Narwin: And don’t ye be telling anyone about me special ingredients! |
| Narwin: Off with ye! |
| YOU: [You hand the piles of leaves to Narwin and flop down on the ground, panting.] I’m done! Please say I’m done! |
| Narwin: Ah poor little Kran. |
| Narwin: Tell ye what, youngin. |
| Narwin: I will go to Aleena and have her mash these up fer me, then add them. |
| Narwin: Ye can wait here, if ye wishes. |
| Narwin: Here’s somethin’ to while away the time with! |
| Narwin offers you another Mug of Specialty Hops. |
| YOU: How many times must I tell you, I… |
| Narwin interrupts you. |
| Narwin: Don’t drink! |
| Narwin: Don’t drink! |
| Narwin: I know! |
| Narwin: More’s the pity, but, ha ha! |
| Narwin: More’s fer me! |
| Narwin downs the mug, then trundles off towards Kada El’s. |
| -After a few minutes, Narwin comes wobbling back, with a mash of fragrant stems.- |
| -He adds a measure of the mash to each keg, singing as he goes- |
| Narwin: Front an’ nose, Here’s me toes, whoopdeedoo and ho ho ho! |
| -He kicks his heels and lands on his keister, laughing all the way.- |
| Narwin: There now Mr T, it’s all set! |
| Narwin: They weigh 25 each, so make sure ye can heave em up. |
| YOU: Finally! I can carry them, no problem! |
| Narwin: Fine and dandy! |
| Narwin: Here’s my bill fer yer employer and a little something fer ye!” |
| Narwin tips a mug full of circle out for you to collect. |
| Narwin: Saves me shipping costs it does, fine strapping youngster that ye are! |
| Narwin: Cheers! |
| → Go to Jarda Ynarow |
| YOU: I certainly hope this beer is worth it, Barkeep! [You say in a sober voice.] Good thing I’m strong, it saved you some tria. Here is your bill from Narwin, that’s his name by the way, [NPC] Narwin, he just stands around in Hydlaa by the Arena entrance. If you ever want to know again. |
| Jarda Ynarow looks at the bill and calculates quickly, then nods to you. |
| -He rocks his hand quickly back and forth as if to say, “Not a bad price. Not good, but not bad.”- |
| YOU: I put the kegs by your delivery door. All 10 of ’em. [You stand, waiting.] |
| Jarda Ynarow almost smiles at you. |
| -He nods, and reaches into his vest for the pouch, and slides it across the counter to you.- |
| YOU: Sir Jarda! Thank you. Let me know if you ever need any more help! I’m your Stonehammer. |
| -While you’re busy with your coins, Jarda leans down.- |
| -He stands and checks to make sure no one in the bar is looking your way.- |
| Jarda Ynarow slips you a glyph bag, then holds his finger to his mouth, and winks. |
| QUEST COMPLETED |
| Rewards: 1 Bow Glyph, 21250 Tria, 12500 XP. |