Innkeeper

You tell Calwin you're not paying him anything more than he's getting and that it's complete bullshit that he's jacking up his prices like this. Calwin goes on a rant about supply and demand and how he's doing you a favor.

The argument heats up, but ultimately ends when your mother grabs your dad's Troll Gun from under the bar counter and points it at him, telling him to get the hell out before she blows his head off. He and his lackeys leave, which means you'll have no alcohol supply this month.

"I told you we shouldn't have dealt with him at all now we'll have to go back to the Klyton supplier and they probably won't even get around to delivering a shipment to us until near the end of the month! We'll have to make due with what we have left and given how much those miners drinks, we won't have enough!"
"Well maybe we could water down the drinks or somethingÂ…" you say trying to think of a solution.
"Water down the drinks? Are you serious? That's not going to work and we're going to lose people doing that! Those miners are some serious drinkers, they're going to know the difference."
"If you hadn't chased Calwin out with a gun, I might've been able to reason with him. Okay fine, the only other solution I can think of is we'll have to make our own ale."
"And how do we do that? I don't have any experience in doing that and we don't have license to do it either!"
"I took some chemistry classes, I'm fairly certain I could try to build a still andÂ…"
"And that's even worse than watering down the drinks. Look, I'm tired just thinking about all this and I'm going to rest before the business hours start."