Hooray for the Ale.

Sprig sauntered into the village with a smile on his face and an Apple in his hand. He had spent the night in a local barn and "borrowed" some food and coin from the farmer before heading in to see the sights.

He took a bite out of the Apple as he listened to the town cryer make his announcements. Hmm a funeral.. depressing but a funeral meant a wake... not so depressing. Then offers of what sounded like... work? He took another bite of the Apple. No, no thank you. What was that about ale? Dragons Blood?

"Yes!" He cried out and raised his Apple core to the sky. And off he went skipping and singing towards the Goat.

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