Saturday 16 February 2019

Dice - Day 2 - The Ale Mage


    

     Andrut the Ale Mage stood at the rail atop his tower. The brasserie burning behind him, flames reaching four foot into the air, the orange of the flames reflected off the back of his red and white plaid, short sleeve shirt, the flask loops on his bracers dully reflecting bronze in the flame.  Tonight, he would know if he was a true master, for tonight he would taste his apprentices first brew.
     Johter started up the stairs ever so slowly a pewter mug held in each hand, filled to the brim, each with a perfect head.  Each step slow and precise, as he did not want to spill a drop of his first brew, the first tasting. It was his moment, he’d stuffed the old cheddar and jatz into his cargo shorts, the perfect complement to the ale he had made.
    BANG! ‘Andrut! Aaaaaandrut!’