Abrahms
One Thousand Club
Trades Ward | Fellowship of Innkeepers:
Heading towards where Meno had told him, Werner finds himself approaching a large structure that seems somehow busier than the other places on this street, and pushing inside is immediately greeted by a half-orc man dressed as a waiter, "Hail! Oh, a fellow half-orc, nice t'meet'cha. Welcome to the Innkeeper's guild, what can I get for ya?"
Trades Ward | Brewer's Guild:
The woman waved off to another to take her place as she led the trio into the brewer's guild building proper -- the smell of wooden casks and kegs, wine sitting to age, whiskey in barrels, and a few open kegs being taste tested by some focused looking people, a mix of many races and genders worked back and forth in this building. The heady scent of alcohol makes a few of you slightly dizzy as it's so strong, but hardly anyone else seems to react to it. Continuing to lead, she brings the group to a back room where she knocks, pauses a moment, then enters and you all see a slightly crazed looking gnome, eyes wide and apron covered in spills. Alchemical tools are scattered around the room, beakers and vials with various colored liquids within.
Hands raised as she approaches, "Ease up, Gunni. Brought some people interested in yer latest work. They want something 'interesting' and figured you were the one to bring them to."
Studying the gnome closer, it clicks that his wide eyes are more from his lenses than anything physical as he takes them off and cleans them with his muddled apron, "Oh, do they now, Lura, do they now ... I got just the thing!" With a raised finger of excitement he jumped around the room, combining a few vials and beakers before finally offering what looks to be a clear liquid with a wry grin. "Try it -- see what you think!"
Heading towards where Meno had told him, Werner finds himself approaching a large structure that seems somehow busier than the other places on this street, and pushing inside is immediately greeted by a half-orc man dressed as a waiter, "Hail! Oh, a fellow half-orc, nice t'meet'cha. Welcome to the Innkeeper's guild, what can I get for ya?"
Trades Ward | Brewer's Guild:
The woman waved off to another to take her place as she led the trio into the brewer's guild building proper -- the smell of wooden casks and kegs, wine sitting to age, whiskey in barrels, and a few open kegs being taste tested by some focused looking people, a mix of many races and genders worked back and forth in this building. The heady scent of alcohol makes a few of you slightly dizzy as it's so strong, but hardly anyone else seems to react to it. Continuing to lead, she brings the group to a back room where she knocks, pauses a moment, then enters and you all see a slightly crazed looking gnome, eyes wide and apron covered in spills. Alchemical tools are scattered around the room, beakers and vials with various colored liquids within.
Hands raised as she approaches, "Ease up, Gunni. Brought some people interested in yer latest work. They want something 'interesting' and figured you were the one to bring them to."
Studying the gnome closer, it clicks that his wide eyes are more from his lenses than anything physical as he takes them off and cleans them with his muddled apron, "Oh, do they now, Lura, do they now ... I got just the thing!" With a raised finger of excitement he jumped around the room, combining a few vials and beakers before finally offering what looks to be a clear liquid with a wry grin. "Try it -- see what you think!"