Rivers of Silver to Coasts of Gold

This is my new friend,

Twelve announces to the team,

she brews ale, I may have offended her with the spillage.

.

Twelve turns to her.

Sorry about that, I thoughts you were a thief and I was catching you out. What's your name, Brew Mistress?

The woman says,

"Farin Greatgrog, th' greatest brew master tae ever grace thae halls wi' her presence. Ilka bit o' brew that a' body is swallyin th' nicht haes mah metaphorical haun in it. A've bin tryin` oot a freish recipe th' nicht, seeing whit folk think o' it."

Darann puts on a stink eye face. He does not look directly at Farin but instead turns to Gunderson and says

Who invited the beardless freak? This table is for REAL dwarves such as ourselves.

Farin glares at Darann and growls,

Ah will nae hae mah honor impuned by a clarty fandan lik' yersel'. If ye git a kinch wi' mah fluff, ye kin say it straecht up tae mah face, nae cower tae yer neebs lik' some diddy.  

To Twelve, she says,

'n' speaking o' diddies, did ye bring me ower 'ere juist tae tag gang insult a lassie fur ye'r awfy much o' a diddy yersel' tae dae it oan yer ain? a've met some jobbies in mah day, bit isnae this juist three strikes aff a blacksmith's hammer! Awa' an bile yer heid!

Darann looks at Farin distrustingly.

Well, ye got some spunk in ya. I guess there is only one way to settle this.

He waves over the bartender, points at Farin and himself, and holds up all the fingers on his hand.

Let's see if you're all bark, or if there's some bite in there too.

When Darann makes the "real dwarves" comment, Gunderson shifts uncomfortably away from Darann, not wanting to be giving off the impression that he associates with or agrees with Darann's views.

Gunderson squints at Farin as she speaks, catching roughly half of any given sentence.

He raises his glass to her and says, "Good to meet you, Farin. I am Gunderson. Gunderson Dwarvenbanger."

We watches her, waiting expectantly for the excitement in her face when she recognizes the name. He tries to hide the disappointment when no recognition appears to take place.

Farin says to Gunderson,

Weel at least yin o' ye haes a lick o' manners oan ye, eh. Nice tae mak yer acquaintance Gunderson.

To Darann, she says,

As if a'd ever wantae bite a gobber lik' ye. Dinnae mak' me boak. This Gunderson fella seems th' ainlie yin claise tae a real jimmy among ye.

BiBo wrote:'n' speaking o' diddies, did ye bring me ower 'ere juist tae tag gang insult a lassie fur ye'r awfy much o' a diddy yersel' tae dae it oan yer ain? a've met some jobbies in mah day, bit isnae this juist three strikes aff a blacksmith's hammer! Awa' an bile yer heid!

They're a fair bunch, lady, we just done saving the lives of these here performers. They was gonna be someone's lunch.

Farin, clearly not overly impressed by the performance, says,

Whit ur thay, a buncha vestals? Let's hawp thay learn tae perform in kip better than thay dae oan th' stage, ey?

The bartender makes a couple of trips from the bar to the table, until there are 5 large pints of ale standing in front of both Darann and Farin.
Darann winks at Farin, grabs the closest pint and downs it in a single go.
He belches loudly as he slams down the pint and looks at Farin expectingly.

Code:

Constitution saving throw, 10 ( no advantage, ale isn't poison!)

Farin blinks at Darann incredulously,

Whit in Moradin's mighty hammer urr ye thinking ye riddy glaikit? Dae ye ken howfur muckle time 'n' effort ah spent making tha' brew, 'n' ye'r gonnae dram it lik' tis cooncil juice? A brew lik' this is suppose tae be savored 'n' enjoyed fur th' braw luxury it's, nae gobbled doon 'n' boaked oot in some gutter. Yer completely aff yer heid!

She sighs and takes one of the pints, saying,

Clearly na yin taught ye na manners as a bairn, sae it looks lik' a'm aff tae hae tae schuil ye in howfur yin drinks a proper tennents. Watch 'n' learn.

She then calmly takes a sip from her pint, swirls it a bit in her mouth as if chewing on the flavor, then politely swallows.

Ye see? A jimmy wha hasn't respect fur his dram, hasn't respect fur anythin'.

Darann stares at Farin with a confused look in his eyes.
He then picks up the second pint in front of him, raises his pinky, and takes a small sip.
He attempts to make some swirls in his mouth but spills some drips on the table in the process.

Farin bursts out laughing and says,

It ain't a cuppa, ye goon. Ye dinnae hae tae pat yer pinky up lik' some greyfriars bobby jabber. Juist gilravage th' dram ower swallowin' it tae git pished.

Twelve guffaws at the sight of Darann drinking.

Are yes ya mother's mother drinking sib?

He grabs his mostly empty pint and takes a draft.

Ahhhh. Cools ya liver and warms ya heart

The group chats and drinks with the brewer dwarf til late in the evening. Gunderson definitely did NOT at one point way past midnight jump onto the stage to give a bagpipe serenade, only to be quickly ushered off by the inn's proprietor in fear of his sleeping patrons waking up. Eventually, everyone hits the hay. In the morning, everyone wakes up well rested and ready to tackle another beautiful day. Down in the inn, they meet up with Farin as well, who decides she might as well travel with this group, as it's safer than traveling all alone. If anything, Darann can now carry her gear for her.

((Fast-tracked things, cause it was really dragging! For a quick reminder, the city's map can be found here:

https://journeyofdwarves.forumotion.com/t7-the-city-of-ahun-kibil

and a summary was posted in Discord and reposted under "Record keeping", here:

https://journeyofdwarves.forumotion.com/t9-story-recap ))

Farin eventually explains to the others that she's a master brewer seeking rare and interesting ingredients for ever more perfect brews. She agrees to go along with the group mainly because they are a group heading out of town and the travel will certainly bring her to finding new ingredients. The main selling point to her for accompanying the group is, of all things, Gunderson's bagpipe playing. For it seems that coincidentally Farin also plays the bagpipe which she uses to have a bagpipe duel with Gunderson. A good time is had by her, and hopefully all others.

The next morning she shows up fresh and ready to go, having not consumed any alcohol the night before. Despite her obsession with making it, she only drinks in extreme moderation, drinking enough to savor the flavor but not addle the mind.

(and from here on, Farin's talking will include subtitles)

A'richt, wee jimmies. Whaur ur we aff tae?

translation:

In the morning, before the sun rises, Twelve alights from his bed a new dwarf.

Right then. Let's all get going before the sun rises. Where we going today? Lets not do the cannibal thing again - that was exciting in all the wrong ways.

Darann stands a bit to the side, seemingly not fully awake yet.
His 3 retainers are standing a bit behind looking at Farin's gear with a sad look on their face. Looks like they'll be carrying even more stuff now than they already were.

He responds to Twelve while letting out a big yawn at the same time.

Well, it's about time we go find the Orc who's behind all this. I think we've given him enough of a head start now.

After a long, but uneventful trek along the shoreline, the party finally reaches the entrance gate and bridge to the city of Shakalu Biriz. The sun is setting. The buildings near the road cast long shadows as folks flock in small crowds all over the roads. Their chatter fills the air like the buzzing of bees. Now and again, you can smell a whiff of roasted fish. As you walk along the path, a young boy bumps into you and quickly hurries off again as he shoves something inside his shirt.

That guy is thievin'. Grab him!

Twelve gives chase.

Darann was just about to take a bite from an apple when he hears Twelve cry out. He drops his fruit on the ground and immediately follows Twelve as he cries out.

Which one is it? point him out to me! I'm surprisingly fast over short distances!

Gunderson hurries after Twelve and Darann.

Farin follows along, though she is not super invested in catching the thief as much as she is in not getting separated from the group.