<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">GAME MANGLER<br/>_________________________________________________________________________________<br/></span></span></div><br/><strong>Harley</strong><br/><br/>The behemoth of a barkeep threw back his head and laughed.  "Ale, is it, eh lass?   Ah'll have ye know, ah was drinkin' the stuff since ah was a wee laddee.  It's jus' like water t'me.  But ver' well, if ye wan' be in fer the long haul..."  He turned, and shouted in the direction of some onlookers who were hovering nearby with unabashed smiles.  This had the look of something epic, something they could tell their grandchildren about.  "Boys!" Bart thundered.  "Stoke the fire, bring out th' chairs, and bring up the 'special' stuff from th' cellar."<br/><br/>A few minutes later, the men in question returned, carrying between them a large wooden cask between them.  A dripping spigot had been fit directly into the barrel; groaning, they heaved it onto the table surface.  A few amber drops dripped from the spigot, splattering on the floor.<br/><br/>"Ah hope yer thirsty, lass," winked the huge man.  "It's me own special brew.  It's made from barley an' apples.  Well, mainly barley an' apples."<br/><br/>Both mugs were filled to the brim, and Bart lifted his to his lips, threw back his head, and began to drain his.  His throat undulated as he drank, his Adam's apple bobbing like a cork on a wave.  He never paused to take a breath; not until the tankard was completely empty did he slam it on the table with a satisfied air.  He belched out, long and loud.<br/><br/>{<em>LIV test: Bart Ender has a LIV of 3.  At 2010-03-06 21:18:40, Remiel (uid: 9411) rolls: 3d10 Result: 12 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=14304)</em>}<br/><br/>"Whoa," he murmured, blinking slowly as he covered his mouth with his hand. "Mayhap that barrel's been down there a wee bit too long.  No tellin' what sort o' woodworm o' other critter's been gettin' into it."<br/><br/>Nevertheless, he shook his head, grinned, and chuckled in Harley's direction.  "Well, drink up."<br/><br/>