Darrell eyed the mug of beer as it was handed to him.
"Yes, Darrell Largebarrel is me name and I hail from near Oatbarton up in North Farthing. Never get out if that area much xcept to make special deliveries to the Green Dragon in Bywater. Someone there told me 'bout the Floating Log in Frogmorton, so when I went to visit, someone there told me 'bout the Golden Perch here in Stock."
He took a long swig from his beer after he eyed the head. Satisfying after his ride, Darrell said,
"Nice beer. Nice inn you have here too if ya don' mind me sayin'."
He sipped his beer again as he eyed the bar and pondered whether there was space for a cask of his ale and if the proprietor would be willing to give it a try.
"I can gather a sense of Oatley hops in this beer. Wouldn't mind procuring a cask for myself. Maybe you could advise me as to who the brewer of such fine amber is?"
He took another sip before swirling it about slightly in the mug.
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