[i]Gonad's grisly mug lit up with rosy red mirth at both the stranger's greeting and appearance. He had surely never seen such a being before, some sort of human furnace. But the larger than life barbarian was far from picky and always eager to befriend mighty warriors, no matter how strange. He rose to his feet and held out the flask of alcohol, offering it to the man and guffawing merrily. 
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[b]"BWAH HAH!! Not before has Gonad seen Cracky Hot Man! Good this be! Come, drink deep of potent YAK BREW, mightiest drink in Northlands! HRAH!![/b]

[i]Were Guerra to ingest some of the liquid (which would taste like testicles, lava, and jet fuel), Gonad would then proceed to absent mindedly ramble on about the ingredients, utterly ignorant of any social customs or norms.[/i]

[b]"BWUH! Good such is, aye? From sweat and blood of enemies is it made, with piss of elder yak and milk of Seventh Wife of Gonad aged for ten seasons in village dung pit! Much has Gonad, for grand drink it be! HRUH!!"[/b]