The sleepy guard barely takes hold of the gill, and simply nods in acknowledgement, while the alert one looks at the gil suspiciously. Listening to the elf go on about ale being brought in, he tilts his head slightly. "<strong>Really now? Then our local distilleries, which are right by the north gate, must be out of commission. This city is known for its <span class="bbc_u">exports</span> of beer and wine, you know.</strong>" he said, tapping the base of the gate with his spear.<br/><br/>"<strong>Now, you go on in and talk to the quartermaster. He'll be sure to let you know what jobs are for grabs.</strong>" he said as he was returning to his post. Then stopped. He slowly looked back the elf, and smirked.<br/><br/>"<strong>By the way, I absolutely love apples. However, I'm not allowed to leave my post to get some..</strong>"