Burns good, huh?
Burns good, huh?
Like a nice long piss. (chuckles)
You like that?
Just wait til it comes back up.
Good stuff, right?
Too bad it makes ya shit blood.
Downed in one gulp?
Good lass.
Good lass.
Good man.
Well, who am I to stop ya.
That’s it. I’m cuttin’ you off.
(chuckles) A jest… drink up, brev.
That'll put some hair on your chest.
Uh… sorry, lass, but you know what I mean.
That'll put some hair on your chest.
That'll put some hair on your chest.
Welcome, welcome.
Welcome in.
Welcome. Why don’t you order somethin’?
Come on! Fill your cup and empty your head.
Come! Forget yer troubles.
Come on in!
Welcome to the One Legged Wolf.
You wanna drink?
You see that big, toothy brev?
That’s Gragu.
He could use some company.
Don’t worry.
He don’t bite—not anymore at least.
You wanna drink?
You done mopin’, Gragu?
Hm… you seem different.
You finally sober up?
(laughs) I hope not.
Yer me best patron.
So… how about s’more?
You pay, I pour.
You wanna drink?
Then how ‘bout some coin?
You thirstin’ mightily?
How ‘bout a pint?
‘Nother?
How ‘bout another?
More?
Suit yourself.
Probably for the best.
Huh… booooring.
You skunked already?
You can always have more later.
No coin, no booze.
What? You ain’t got no coin?
Empty pockets? (grunts)
I shoulda known.
