Ah, Master Archer, you’re clearly in a part of our little world that ‘s inhabited by people with excellent taste. That’s the very scrumpy that we bottle here, though I normally just sell it draught. You’ll have to send me a bottle so that I can confirm its authenticity!
Meanwhile, can you tell Master Caster that a whole shedload of half-orcs tramped through the bar yesterday without wiping their feet on the wargskin mats? They all had ladders and claimed they’d come to wash the windows. But they left again through the back door with a case or two of my strongest “strong stuff” without wiping more than the pantry windows.
Outrageous.