And so he kept amassing, kept infusing.
This meant that Mr. Gaven didn't just mix up a batch of Flame Fury and call it a day like Master Krewen, but rather he was able to continuously add ingredients, continuously mix drinks, just like an assembly line.
It all started with just one cup.
Then it became five cups.
Ten cups!
Twenty cups!
Finally, he reached the limit of thirty cups.
In the end, what limited Mr. Gaven's performance wasn't his control of emotions, but the size of the cocktail shaker.
The whole thing was a drink-mixing assembly line, and even so, the supply still couldn't meet the demand.
The news that Master Krewen himself was mixing drinks spread like wildfire throughout Anfield Village.
There was no need for wings.
Anfield Village was small enough that if you stood at the entrance of the Deer Horn Pot Tavern and hollered, half the village could hear you.
