Less than six minutes later, the crate had been properly stored in the depository of the Two Arches. As promised, Calx received one liter of hoppy sour ale straight out of the tap. Delicately served inside of a fancy Maßkrug, with the candle-lit room making the apricot hues of the alcoholic beverage shine beautifully through the glass. The barmare had also been meticulous enough to trim the effervescent collar to a perfect beer-to-froth ratio. Our thirsty stallion couldn’t help himself but lick his lips, almost lovestruck: He had earned his prize.