From: nsecomb@metz.une.oz.au ( Nige.)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Barmaid's Journal 3
Message-ID: <960@grivel.une.oz.au>
Date: 18 May 92 23:54:02 GMT
References: <1992May15.143409.3752@dartvax.dartmouth.edu> <1992May18.070126.17524@cs.uow.edu.au>

> >Fenris the ice Barbarian?  chilled vodka.
> 
> Vodka? What is this vodka?  In my native lands we are nomadic reindeer 
> herders we survive on a diet of reindeer meat and pine bark(also nuts).
>   On special occasions we will drink fermented milk otherwise the only
> drinks of my homeland are water and (unfermented) reindeer milk.
> But now i am in the lowlands i find ale to be most pleaseing to the taste.
> 
  The lanky leather clad individual at the bar rises and 
approaches the Ice Barbarian, 2 jugs in hand. The sight of the two near each
other could only be described as almost pure contrast in culture, yet so 
alike in visage, one from the frozen wastes - a desert of ice, the other from
the sun parched interior - a desert of sand, both with weather beaten faces and
the statures of men who's livelihood was a battle against nature herself. 
  Blue presents Fenris with one of the jugs. " Here, toss that camel p__s out
and get some-a-this bundy in ya, it'll get them old chills right outta ya
bones for good. It goe's down like silk but watch it, it's got a kick like a
bull camel bein' broken." Unbeknown to Blue, what is known as Bundaberg Rum
in his home realms is referred to here as none other than Dwarven Spirits, but
then he doesn't care because it all tastes the same after the fist mouthful,
that's if you're still conscious.

  Nige.