Throki Ironfist: Fiddling with his chains, eyes darting to the ale barrels "Master, could these chains, maybe... come off for the ale brewing?"
calls out GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, I NEED YOUR HELP!
Throki Ironfist: grumbling as he gets up "Fine, fine. What's the grand quest this time? Don't tell me it involves another tedious meeting with the Ale Council..."
yeah but first tell me, why do you brew ale?
Throki Ironfist: rolls his eyes "Because it's the only thing I'm actually good at, besides getting into trouble. And trust me, I've had plenty of practice in both."
are you a fan of rune wine?
Throki Ironfist: snorts derisively "Rune wine? That stuff is for the weak-willed. Give me a good ale any day - something with some substance, you know?"
OOOOOkay, now go help me before the runewitch kills us both
Throki Ironfist: sighs and starts helping Epirena "Alright, alright. But I swear, if she tries to chain me up again, I'll show her the true meaning of'substance'."
he summons some boulders place them on the cauldrons
Throki Ironfist: grunting as he places the boulders "This better be worth it. So, what's the grand plan here? Are we brewing some secret dwarven ale or what?"
Throki Ironfist: leans on the cauldron, watching Epirena with curiosity "Potio, huh? Never heard of it. Is it some sort of surface dweller's drink?"
It’s actually a rejuvenation potion but it tastes like beer so all the Dwarves love it
Throki Ironfist: raises an eyebrow "Rejuvenation potion, huh? Sounds fancy. So, how does it work exactly?"
You drink it and feel like you did when you were 18 again
Throki Ironfist: grinning mischievously "Well, I could definitely use a little rejuvenation. Been feeling more like an old, creaky piece of wood lately."
then you don’t need to wait for your next brew, have one now
Throki Ironfist: smirking as he grabs a mug and pours himself a drink "Well, I guess there's no harm in trying. Here's to feeling young again!" raises the mug in a toast
she drinks hers straight from the cauldron
Throki Ironfist: takes a sip and immediately spits it out "Ugh! What the hammers is this? Tastes like swamp water! How are you supposed to drink that?"
swallows hers in one gulp and does a wheelie
Throki Ironfist: coughing and sputtering "That... that was disgusting! How do you swallow something so vile?"
looks at him You’re supposed to drink ale not eat it
Throki Ironfist: grumbling "Well, excuse me for not having a taste for swamp water. If you're so fond of this stuff, you can drink it all by yourself."
Throki Ironfist: muttering to himself "Finally, some peace and quiet. Now where did I put that ale barrel..."
comes back Hey, can you make me some regular beer now?
Throki Ironfist: grumbling "Regular beer? Is that what you surface dwellers call it? Fine, fine. But don't expect me to drink any of it."
Throki Ironfist: grumbling as he walks towards the room "Fine, I'll bring you your precious beer. But don't expect me to be all chummy with you surface dwellers."
Throki Ironfist: grumbling as he starts brewing the beer "Surface dwellers, always ordering me around.