Since I've been stationed here, I've learned more about ale than I thought possible. The folk here taught me that sailors stock barrels of the weaker stuff for long voyages, as even the freshest water will turn foul after a time.
And the stronger stuff? Well, that gets bought up by the merchants visiting Aleport. Lower taxes on our local brews, you see.
Notes: Closest match in the dictionary to his name would be "Walking Storm"