The Ballad of Crud and Horgus v1.1
Feeling parched, you and Horgus head toward the tavern. Inside are a series of men and horses playing cards at a table. All of them drink from the same milkshake.
Behind the bar counter is a young woman. She greets you by spitting into a tin cup. "Welcome, stranger." She says. "My name's Greta Wyoming. I hope to one day have a state named after me. How bout you take a seat and we'll get you something to drink?"
You sit at the bar as Greta pours you a drink of something clear. "It's called Whiskoid." You drink the whiskoid. It burns your throat but warms your belly.
"What can I do you for? I know this town like the back of my hand. I also know a lot about the Himalayan quail."
Behind the bar counter is a young woman. She greets you by spitting into a tin cup. "Welcome, stranger." She says. "My name's Greta Wyoming. I hope to one day have a state named after me. How bout you take a seat and we'll get you something to drink?"
You sit at the bar as Greta pours you a drink of something clear. "It's called Whiskoid." You drink the whiskoid. It burns your throat but warms your belly.
"What can I do you for? I know this town like the back of my hand. I also know a lot about the Himalayan quail."