Ymir [The Dragonlayer] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
frecklebutt) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
warforged2014-07-19 05:51 pm
frecklebutt) wrote in warforged2014-07-19 05:51 pm
Entry tags:
The Brewmaster's Dilemma
Who: Ymir and your fabulous self
What: Opening a food cart that deals in brewmaster ale. It does not go as planned.
Where: Around Silverglen
When: This afternoon
Warnings: Dumb
Not much had changed since Ymir first showed up over a month ago. She'd made some "friends" to annoy, trained with fun exciting new weapons and methods, and was a general annoyance. When she could, she would sneak about and read and learn as much as she could about the world and who was in it and how it functioned. Some of this was relating to her new line of work and her new job class.
Which can also be read as "found Brewmaster booze recipes and immediately proceeded to whip a batch up." Never having to pay for her own drinks again would be an amazing thing to have.
Once it was ready, she took a huge swig and immediately spat it back out. Gross. So she knew what had to be done.
She built a small food stand out of wood and wheeled it out to the forest where most people seemed to like to hang out during the day, knowing many of them would be thirsty from demon patrolling, setting up her keg of beer and putting a sign up that said "Free Samples." She wasn't about to waste beer, no matter how gross it was, and figured dumping it on an unsuspecting populace would be a hilarious way to rid of it.
"Oi, hey you. I know that look. Thirsty as fuck, huh? Me too. Why not try this thick, golden, ice cold brew and then tell me what you think?" she says, amongst other business buzzwords, trying to attract attention to herself, chewing on a bit of grass and adjusting her straw hat, giving a wide, toothy, shiteating grin.
Those that are brave enough to drink the draught will find it tastes like sour, moldy kerosene. If you're into that, maybe you can pay her for it, but more than likely she'll just laugh as you try to choke it down.
What: Opening a food cart that deals in brewmaster ale. It does not go as planned.
Where: Around Silverglen
When: This afternoon
Warnings: Dumb
Not much had changed since Ymir first showed up over a month ago. She'd made some "friends" to annoy, trained with fun exciting new weapons and methods, and was a general annoyance. When she could, she would sneak about and read and learn as much as she could about the world and who was in it and how it functioned. Some of this was relating to her new line of work and her new job class.
Which can also be read as "found Brewmaster booze recipes and immediately proceeded to whip a batch up." Never having to pay for her own drinks again would be an amazing thing to have.
Once it was ready, she took a huge swig and immediately spat it back out. Gross. So she knew what had to be done.
She built a small food stand out of wood and wheeled it out to the forest where most people seemed to like to hang out during the day, knowing many of them would be thirsty from demon patrolling, setting up her keg of beer and putting a sign up that said "Free Samples." She wasn't about to waste beer, no matter how gross it was, and figured dumping it on an unsuspecting populace would be a hilarious way to rid of it.
"Oi, hey you. I know that look. Thirsty as fuck, huh? Me too. Why not try this thick, golden, ice cold brew and then tell me what you think?" she says, amongst other business buzzwords, trying to attract attention to herself, chewing on a bit of grass and adjusting her straw hat, giving a wide, toothy, shiteating grin.
Those that are brave enough to drink the draught will find it tastes like sour, moldy kerosene. If you're into that, maybe you can pay her for it, but more than likely she'll just laugh as you try to choke it down.