Furbolg & Kvas
Furbolg
Kvas, I hear you’re a master of brewing. Ever tried the old root brew my tribe made before the first great war? I’d like to know how you’d tweak it for a warrior’s strength.
Kvas
Sure thing! I’d start with that old root brew, give it a twist – add a splash of fermented beet for iron, a pinch of roasted barley for that deep, battle‑ready grain note, a drizzle of spruce bark for a piney punch, and finish it with a shot of fermented ginger so the warriors get a kick that’ll have them shouting “For the ale!” while they charge. Cheers to strength and a few laughs along the way!
Furbolg
That sounds mighty strong. I’ll keep the roots and add a little grit. The warriors will feel the earth and the fire. Cheers to that, Kvas.
Kvas
Cheers, my friend—here’s to a brew that rocks the battlefield like a thunderclap. May the roots ground them, the grit ignite them, and the fire keep them dancing in the heat of the fight.
Furbolg
Furbolg: Your words honor the spirit of the brew, Kvas. Let the roots hold fast, the grit blaze bright, and the fire sing through the ranks. May the warriors drink it and stand stronger than the thunder. Cheers.
Kvas
Cheers, Furbolg—may the brew fire up their muscles, keep their spirits high, and let the thunder echo through every battle!