"EH!? WHAT YE MEAN THERE'S NAY ALE!!"
Outrage at the Folk Tale House.The barkeeper flinched."I'm sorry sir, we're all out. Only bottled left, and we're low on that too."
"Bugger.." Eason thought. With nay Ale during the Winter season, the Covians would go insane!! Argh!!
A treacherous journey would have to be taken... through wilderness, through war!
There was only one Ale stock good enough for Covian taste... the Yew Winery. "Oh, this is going to be messy..."
Commander Eason,
Cove Militia & Baronship Council
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