Rala wasn't surprised the brewer was a dwarf. The highwaymen were a merry bunch, and the ale and grog she had here was strong and tasted as good as grog and ale can. Only a dwarf could keep the party in good supply. She smiled brightly when her stony friend listed off their alcoholic grocery list and nodded in compliance when he decided that was plenty. Then further wisdom came from the stalward companion when he suggested getting a pack mule. 

[Color=RosyBrown]"If they have them around. I certainly don't want to carry a barrel with me"[/color] She replied as she fished through one her coin purses.
[Color=RosyBrown]"how much do we owe you, sir?"[/color] She asked the dwarf.