A Drop of Sunshine

«A Fickle Existence
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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...
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.
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!
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.
A simple task, you might think...except the people of Wright are not overly receptive to visitors from Eulmore. Downright dismissive, in fact!
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!
Pray bargain with the villagers on my behalf, and I shall see you rewarded for any ale you acquire.
Hm? You're wantin' to buy some Wright ale?
Well now, we was indeed famous for our ale once, but that age is long past...
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.
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...
Help me harvest the field there, and I'll see what ale I've got left hidin' in the larder.
You've brought me my barley, then?
Thank you, lad. There's fewer hands around to help out ever since the... <cough>
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.
Drink it slow and easy, lad, or you'll be wakin' up with a sore head come the morrow!
Were you successful in your bargaining?
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.
In any case, I thank you for securing this precious bottle, kind traveler! Your payment, as promised...