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We all know Henry, do we not? He is a rather sad man, or so he seems,
but I believe he is up to something. I was walking along and I see he has a
bottle of brandy. Well brandy is my favorite drink and since he was holding
it, I figured I might as well ask for some. I asked him kindly but he
refused, so I ended up knocking him out and stealing the bottle. Probably
not the nicest thing for me to do, but I had to have some brandy! Well, I
take a swing wholly expecting a nice bit of brandy, and I get a mouthful of
whisky, not an altogether unpleasant sensation but then again it wasn't
brandy. What could be the meaning of this, eh? I think I know the truth.
Note to all my readers none of this information here has been confirmed, it
is merely gossip and rumor, but I myself am willing to believe it. Well
anyway, I went searching around, asking people about the whole thing and I
found something really strange. It seems Henry spends a lot of time in the
Graveyard... So I went there and did a little digging in the catacombs and
found a load of brandy bottles full of whisky! I ran to get the Timaran
City Guard but when I got back, all the bottles were gone and Henry was
sitting on the bridge looking rather sad. I was wholly confused, where
could the whisky have gone?! I looked around a bit more, then decided to
take a trip by Seringale by raft, so I hopped in the river and went floating
down that way. Well, when I get to seringale I see a bunch of people
standing under the bridge packing bottles into crates, and then it hit me!
Henry has been filling bottles of brandy full of bootleg whisky, which he
floats down the stream to one of the establishments in Seringale. Which of
them, I am not sure, but I know something is up. I find it utterly
abhorable to think of such treachery, if we can't trust our alcohol what can
we trust? What wicked days these are that men and women cannot even get a
drink of brandy without checking it first.
One of the mid-ranking Heralds was killed earlier this wee, in a... valiant attempt to help take down the Essence of Evil. The victim allegedly failed to use potions of any kind to protect against the fearsome amount of damage being dealt out by the Essence: speculation is that he had been hit on the head one too many times. Thankfully, the gods saw fit to bring him back for another go, and all of his possessions were recovered. The victim was overheard saying "they should really put a warning label on that thing, yes, yes!" |
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