Ymiden 11, Arc 721
On the 11th of Ymiden, Devin Thorn, medical genius in progress
, masterful bard and unexpected Baron (He’d just wanted Alyssia to have the job, but for some reason, Saoire had given him one third of it!) was approaching Hope Farm
, a smile on his face and a spring in his step because he was absolutely sure that he would solve the beer crisis that trial. The evening before, he’d drunk beer at the Knight’s Rest because he had thought that doing so might give him a clue as to why it had gone stale. It hadn’t. Going straight to the source – a farm where the grain that beer and ale and such were made out of grew – was better, anyway though!
It was just as the main building of the farm came into view that something occurred to him though, and he stopped dead in his tracks and turned his roommate Aidan who had decided to accompany him, looking slightly confused. “This farm here is called Hope Farm”,
he remarked and gestured towards the house and the fields that surrounded it. “There’s also a farm called Haven Farm though. There are two settlements called Haven and Hopetoun on Faldrass. Do you … do you think that Balthazar and Darius just copied those names? I’m pretty sure that the farms existed before the settlements”,
he murmured. “Or are Haven and Hope just really popular names in Scalvoris? Hope is a pretty nice thing to have”,
Aidan stopped dead in his tracks as well. He looked just as confused as Devin, but for an entirely different reason. Finally, he admitted, “I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it. And I’m not sure if it matters. We should focus on figuring out what’s wrong with the beer instead. Talieson said that people in that tavern tried to bash each other’s heads in because there was no beer. I’m afraid that this might become a more common occurrence soon”,
he continued in a very serious tone of voice.
“I wonder if we should”,
he murmured before he decided, “There is no point in alerting the authorities because they are definitely already aware of the beer crisis, and the Council is without a doubt already looking into it, and so are the farmers and a fair number of tavern owners, I would wager. Devin, why exactly are the two of us investigating the beer crisis when a lot of other people are probably doing exactly the same – a lot of other people who are probably way more qualified than you are?”
he wanted to know, his tone of voice changing from confused to suspicious.
“For fame and glory and such – and because I have business on the main island, anyway. I thought I might as well try and solve the beer crisis while I’m acquiring supplies for the Barony and the party I want to have”,
Devin replied in an extremely dry tone of voice. “A party without beer sucks. I have a personal interest in it”,
he added which was true. Devin didn’t like beer – it was a very conventional drink, and the taste was terrible – but a lot of other people did, and he wanted to give his guests the best party ever. “And I’m very qualified, thank you very much. I’m one of the most observant men in all of Scalvoris. I see things which is a very important skill for an investigator to have”,
he pointed out – and turned his head in order to look around, as if he were determined to prove just how observant he was, and how many things he could see.
A moment later, he did notice something interesting and subsequently pointed out in a delighted tone of voice, “There’s a goat!”
From the Scalvoris calendar
On 5th Ymiden, Inns and Taverns across Scalvoris report that all their beer and ale has gone stale overnight. This had happened previously to a few Inns but - as of this trial there is no beer / ale / brewed drinks on the whole of Scalvoris and this situation will remain until dealt with by PCs. This may genuinely cause civil unrest if not dealt with.