I take pride in the quality of my ale, so I make certain to personally ensure my customers will be satisfied. The only problem is, ofttimes I test a tad more than might ne necessary. Such was the case last night when, after a bell or five of quality assurance, I woke in a field surrounded by angry aurochs. It wasn't until I was back in my cellar, the door locked firmly behind me, that I realized I had left several bottles of ale in that beast-ridden field. I'd be right appreciative of any soul who might go and retrieve that ale.