In the Dwarf tribe, status was determined by the number of twists in their beards: three for an adult, four for those highly respected, and this dwarf emerging from the wall had five braids, signifying he was the chief of a small community.
"My heavens, kind adventurer, I, Kanto, am very pleased to accept your gift! In fact, I haven't had a drink in a month!"
The Dwarf Chief, Kanto, excitedly grabbed the cup and downed the Green Nightmare in one gulp.
A drink potent enough to immediately intoxicate an adventurer merely caused Kanto's face to flush slightly red, he burped, licked his lips, and said wistfully:
"What a delicious strong drink! Adventurer, since you are so kind, may I ask if you would accept my commission to escort my tribe across the Silent Plains?"
"Of course, I won't let you go unrewarded; in my treasury, I have a treasured item that I will give to you as payment."
A system message popped up in front of Lin Da:
