Basur Tu`Qual [ Brewing Supplies ]  

Uploaded December 29th, 2013 by Kynsh

You say, 'Hail, Basur Tu`Qual'

Basur Tu`Qual curls his lips as he tilts his head, the wooden pipe remaining firmly placed between his teeth as he puffs on it a few times. The dwarf's cloudy eyes study you heavily and the sound of a husky voice can be heard mumbling a series of incomprehensible words. Eventually, the dwarf nods his head a few times and speaks in a strong, booming voice, 'Well, what 'ave we 'ere, hrm? A 'traveler'? A 'warrior'? A 'scholar'? By the looks o'ye, it appears ye just left yer mother's sweet, carin' arms and now ye wish t'gain fame, glory, and power, hrm? Well, there's nothin' I can do t'elp with dat soft appearance ye 'ave, but perhaps I can strengthen yer stomach, aye? I doubt ye be of the calibur and wit t'be one, but if by some cruel stroke o'the gods' 'umor, ye be a brewer, then dinnae wander far fer I 'ave all the supplies ye be needin' t'make a proper drink t'arden dat soft belly o'yours.'