"Bah, that was just the first one old man. Wait until I'm on my third and then compliment me," Stephanie replied smugly as she poured another drink, "but a story, is it? Stories I can do. Action, drama, comedy. I can tell a bawdy tale as well as the most despicable miller, or a romance as well as the most starry-eyed maiden. What would you like to hear?"

Just as she was awaiting her answer, however, the mage from earlier stumbled up to them. He thanked her and requested a drink, flashing some welcome silver in her eyes. She hopped back into her wagon and came out with more mugs and her backup keg.

"Saved you some trouble, wizard? Perhaps the trouble of living. If not for me, you would no doubt be dead in the water, which I'm gathering isn't exactly the type of drink you'd like," she said slyly, taking his money and filling up another mug to the brim. She handed one to the wizard and slid another to the Dullahan.

Then the boy from earlier approached, suddenly behaving like less of a brat than before. She poured him a mug too, because she was a magnanimous beer goddess.

"Good lad. That's the respectful tone I like to hear," she said, nodding to herself as she poured another drink, "kids these days need to listen more. Speaking of which-"

She turned back to Sergei.

"It seems like we have a crowd. Any sort of story you want. One gold. I'm- wait a second," she said, downing yet another drink greedily, "alright, [i]now[/i] I'm drunk enough. Inhibitions at zero. Ask and you shall receive."