<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98331.msg4288542#msg4288542">Quote from: Ebb on 21-02-2011, 23:57:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ach!" Rothgar interrupted the young sailor before she could leave. "If we're ta be kept waitin', it could be done with something more than water, dinna ya think? I'm sure up here ye wash the decks with better than we're served down below on holidays. If it's a hanging or a promotion, either one calls fer a spot of something. We're not plants, ya know."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The young seaman nods and offers a sincere 'yessir,' before vanishing out the door.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98331.msg4293773#msg4293773">Quote from: Ebb on 23-02-2011, 05:07:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Now where's that crewman? I'm so thirsty I could almost drink water." Rothgar scrambled to his feet and reached behind the tapestry. Pulling the bellrope didn't make a noise in the room, so he gave it an extra six tugs for good measure.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>A few moments after the dwarf's final tug, the seaman bustles back into the conference room with a bottle labeled "MJOD" in large block letters and filled with a slightly foggy liquid the color of rose gold.  "I'm sorry, sir," she apologizes, "it took me a while to find something the cooks would let me take.  Will this do?  I'm afraid it's a rather cheap mead from Ysgard."