Your Minstrel Vamps
Clancy gestures excitedly toward your map, grunting softly in his excitement. "Excellent, mighty, handsome Boris! Sorry, I mean, <playername>!" he begins.
"But I'm still excellent, mighty, and handsome, right?" you ask.
"In sooth, two out of three is not bad," Clancy says. "But dear, good, <playername>, I see that on thy map now thou hast an alehouse! May we go there forthwith?"
"A wha?"
"An alehouse! A drinkery? A beershed? Great smorflauts, has the language changed so much?"
"Oh, you mean the Typical Tavern. Sure, we can go there. What's a smorflaut?"
"It is akin to a flachshrike, but with fewer numbles," Clancy says. "Verily it hath been an age since I was in a proper alehouse! There are always good new songs to be learned at a winesprit."
| Let Us Forthrightly Go Forthwith |
"Be there any buxom wenches at this boozebrary?" Clancy asks.
"Now you're just making words up," you say, and Clancy has the decency to blush.
Occurs when prompted by Clancy.
