And the more you have, the more right you'll be. Besides, one little drink never hurt anybody, am I right? Absolutely. What, guarding some bad-tempered cows? That's a chore, not a duty. Son of Svanir: You're a welcome sight! A nice cold ale to take my mind off the stench of these animals. Talking to the Son of Svanir outside the minotaur pen while holding a tray of beer:
Talking to any Sons of Svanir without a tray: It's a shame to waste ale on their gullets, but I'll stick to the plan. Just what I'd expect from these lowlifes: can't handle their ale. If there were more Bear's Brown, I'd just drink them all under the table, head-to-head! So we'll be dealing with some filthy, stupid, lumbering animals.and some minotaurs. Once the Sons of Svanir are drunk enough, we'll release the minotaurs. Good luck.Įir Stegalkin: Grab a mug from the cart and make sure everybody has a drink. The only question is: did we bring enough brown ale? Eir Stegalkin: Time's wasting, so we better get started. Eir Stegalkin: Guard duty is like punishment to these impatient louts. Do you really think they'll refuse? : Good point. But what if I can't get them to drink? Eir Stegalkin: We're offering free beer. Kill the Sons of Svanir who, realizing that neither of the merchants are actually merchants, come storming down the hill to the beer cart, quite Hungover.Įir Stegalkin: Ready to have a little fun at the expense of the Sons of Svanir? The beer merchant disguise isn't perfect, but it'll fool those idiots long enough to get them drunk. Free the minotaurs by opening the animal pen.
Get the Sons of Svanir drunk with ale from the cart.Ĭlick here to edit the reward data All professions.Free the captive minotaurs and punish the Sons of Svanir.