The New Diamond Brewery

[Arkas Belrak]

A strong odor of hops and barely run through the senses as you enter The New Diamond Brewery. The name did not misinterpret the establishment in any way. The walls were made from bright red timber and clean cut stones. This was no backyard operation as one could tell by the impressive layout and architecture.

As soon as you entered Dwarves ran past you at an amazing pace. Obviously unless you made yourself present no one was going to stop and see what it was you needed.

Out of no where a muscular blond Dwarf makes himself noticed by standing up straight after moving a few barrels and yells across the brewery, "Whats you want, cant yi' see we are a lil' busy here?" And with that he stood with his massive hands on his hips awaiting a response from his new visitor.

[Bobbity Thornberry]

The second Brightening, second cycle in the Month of Pontius, in the Season of Winter, Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XV Post Fractum

Here was another aroma that Bobbity just loved, that of fermenting beer. The combination of malt, hops, yeast and the hint of alcohol attracted the young Fae as much as did the aroma of fresh baked breads. He loved good beer and considered himself to be a connoiseur of beer and ale. Thus he entered the New Diamond Brewery.

Bobbity flew a tad bit higher that the heads of the Dwarfs who were scurrying to and fro. Finally he was noticed by a muscular blond Dwarf who made himself noticed by standing up straight after moving a few barrels and yelling across the brewery, "Whats you want, cant yi' see we are a lil' busy here?" And with that he stood with his massive hands on his hips awaiting a response from his new visitor. The Fae flew over to him and hovered at about the Dwarf's eye level, saying, "Serale Master Brewer, I am Bobbity Thornberry, of the Zerdargia Advertising Enterprises. I believe that we just might be able to do business that would be profitable to you, and perhaps even to me as well."

The Fae reached into a pouch and pulled out a personalized pewter mug, bearing the inscribed initials, B T. It was about the size of a thimble, small by the standards of a Dwarf, but quite ample for a little Fae. He held out the mug and said, "If you please, let me have a wee dram of your product to sample. If I find the taste to be as appealing as the aroma, I will consider accepting you as a client."