"I know this may sound like crazy talk. But I know a man, how knows a dwarf, who knew another dwarf, by the name of Drawforc Silverhammer. A good hearted Dwarf, with a love of the ale so much he created his own brand. Which just so happens to be a favorite of mine, Drawforc Brand Rootbier.Now, I know this is entirely beyond the point, but I just wanted to put it out there. So, today, i shall be telling the tale of...You guessed it. Beer Muscles" "Once upon a time, in a realm long forgotten. By both the Archmagi of this world, and the Scholar's of the next." Takes a drink from his stein. "There lived...Nay, thrived a dwarf, to whom i am a good friend with, Drawforc Silverhammer." One more or his friends memory.

"Now, Drawforc, was one for the drink it should be known. And one for the drink indeed. After having ingested, nay indulged in incomprehensible amounts of that Demon of a liquid, that is well know across the land from bringing out the worst in man and woman alike." A drink, to accentuate the point. "It always seemed to affect him differently though, and to mix in the Rage that came naturally to barbarians this could make for a dangerous combination."

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