A Drop of Sunshine
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Excuse me, sir, but you are a fellow visitor here, yes? I wonder if you would be willing to perform for me a trifling service...
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I serve a particular family of the Eulmoran elite, and it is at the behest of my patron─a man with a discerning taste for fine drink─that I have ventured to the famous breweries of Wright.
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Oh, do you not partake yourself? Otherwise you would surely be aware of Wright's incomparable ale, and its glowing reputation amongst the privileged of Eulmore!
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In recent years, however, it seems distribution of this golden liquid has ground to a halt, and thus have I been sent to make a purchase directly from the source.
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A simple task, you might think...except the people of Wright are not overly receptive to visitors from Eulmore. Downright dismissive, in fact!
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Do you understand my dilemma? I need you to speak to the villagers, and procure a supply of ale in my stead─a service for which you will be paid most handsomely!
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Pray bargain with the villagers on my behalf, and I shall see you rewarded for any ale you acquire.
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Hm? You're wantin' to buy some Wright ale?
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Well now, we was indeed famous for our ale once, but that age is long past...
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Any barley we grow these days is bound for the oven or the cookin' pot─there's naught to be spared for brewin' beers and the like.
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You put that young back to work bringin' in the harvest, though, and I might be convinced to part with a bottle from my private stock...
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Help me harvest the field there, and I'll see what ale I've got left hidin' in the larder.
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You've brought me my barley, then?
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Thank you, lad. There's fewer hands around to help out ever since the... <cough>
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It's a good drop, our Wright ale is. Slides down the throat like honeyed sunshine, so they say, and afore you know it you've downed the whole damn bottle.
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Drink it slow and easy, lad, or you'll be wakin' up with a sore head come the morrow!
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Were you successful in your bargaining?
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I see... That would explain why the trickle of ale into Eulmore has ceased altogether. I shall report this situation to my patron, and see what can be provided in the form of laborers and surplus comestibles.
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In any case, I thank you for securing this precious bottle, kind traveler! Your payment, as promised...
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