 | The laborer nods and points to inside the Brewery. "Thaenai's inside, she should be at least." he says as he continues to roll the barrel over towards the wagon. This is your first time hearing the brewmeister being refereed to as a women, and the name, the name sounds very Elven. Sure enough inside you get your first look at the Elven brewmeistress. She is not like any Elven women you've seen before. She clearly has not been skipping her arm workouts. She wears a brown leather apron, and her arms are as large as any dwarves arms you've seen, corded in muscles. She stands up on an elevated area and is directing a few of the laborers around. The large copper stills make the room very warm, and the large contained fires in the hearths below, give enough illumination. Thaenai spots the Dwarf as he enters the brewery and starts heading down using the wooden steps. Once at the bottom she looks to the Dwarf. "Something I can do for you?" she asks. |
