<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/44/83/f6/4483f6e0af24bf4839e33a1f8003efff.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Define "Flammable"</strong></span><br/><strong>Tagging: Tozispix, Acacia Varinia<br/>Location: Precinct Two: The Mandolin</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The delivery elf blinked at the question, his eyes filling with the cautious uncertainty of middle management. He had never heard of BBQ-A1 but it certainly sounded sticky... The last thing he needed was to get in trouble with his boss. He removed his hat and nervously rubbed his balding head, "I uhmmm... I can get you a list... but seriously, ALL OVER! It's a bicentennial ale from the Two Sides Brewery! Crafted to mellow over half a century from an elvish recipe! It..."<br/><br/>He looked from Tozi who was inspecting the barrel to Acacia, nervous sweat beading up on his upper lip. As a fairly good judge of character, the safety inspector would no doubt recognize the nervousness of an incompetant when she saw one over the jitters of the guilty. The elf was BOTH, "Look, it came up on the market cheap. Wagons full of the stuff for a pittance! We figure it must taste like horse piss or the elves wouldn't have given it to us so cheap, BUT... you know how snobs are about their craft beer! They'll choke it down and insist that it's an "acquired taste"! Look, we didn't do anything illegal, but if we have to give Azorius a "permit fee" it can be arranged! We sold... forty or fifty of them all up and down the street!"<br/><br/>Meanwhile Tozi moved closer and closer to the barrel, suspicion overtaking good sense and caution. The first barrel had stopped gurgling, but now there was the sound of something scratching from within the second. It seemed to sense the heat of something alive on the other side of the oak now that it was roused from its slumber. It began rocking back and forth, dancing as something inside scratched and banged against its prison. What in the hell could live in a cask for 50 years?<br/><br/>It seemed they were not going to be left in suspense for long as the top of the barrel cracked, something insect like and furry chipping its way though with razor sharp talons. Squeeks and clicks immenated from within as one last blow sent the barrel top flying off onto the floor. A great hairy spider leg peeked over the edge, far too large for any common household pest. It was followed by another, each tipped with a serrated edge the color of mares blood.<br/><br/>At last it pulled itself out of the depths and shrieked a warbling challenge!<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Beast!</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.postimg.cc/DwBsDzqw/IMG-4005.jpg)</div></div>Then it scuttled off under a table, vanishing beneath a loose floorboard. The elf delivery boy looked inside the keg, discovering that there was a hole in the bottom as well, where the creature must have chewed through earlier. He turned his attention from the empty keg to the "Azorius Official" to the Waitress, and laughed nervously, "I'll... take that one off the bill..."<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the other keg sat ominously still...