Spirits of the Delta
Spirits of the Delta is a food shop in Solhaven. It is located on Market Bridge.
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Overcrowded with barrels, hogsheads and casks of varying sizes, the dim interior of this shop could almost be a cooper's showroom, but for the almost medicinal aroma of strong spirits. With no room for a counter, Lem Skinker rests patiently on a barrel, a basket of blown glaes bottles and flasks on one side and a sack of corks on the other. You also see a wooden sign and the proprietor Lem Skinker. |
Menu
Welcome to Spirits of the Delta! The proprietor Lem Skinker offers his catalog to browse. Lem Skinker exclaims, "Greetings stranger, have a look around!" Catalog ---------------------------------------------------------------------- 1. a bottle of dandelion wine 7. a bottle of Mestanir dark lager 2. a flask of Troll King's Tears 8. a flask of Cinder Wasp mead 3. a clay flask of Krolvin grog 9. a bottle of Wehnimer's gold ale 4. a flask of Faendryl absinthe 10. a bottle of ice blossom wine 5. a bottle of Naerlessin's Brew 11. a flask of ice blossom brandy 6. a bottle of dwarven stout
Lem Skinker
Lem is one of those tall, thin-as-a-rail Humans who looks like he might eat once a month if he feels the inclination. Lanky, and given to moving slowly when he moves at all, Lem's eyes are nevertheless constantly active -- shifting, scanning, watching. Patched but serviceable, his clothing hangs on him like a scarecrow's, with only the creased and faded knee-high boots and the hilt of a longknife above his left boot top marring the comparison.
Lem draws his longknife and runs a whetstone along the blade, "You'd be surprised how often this comes in handy," he observes, "Stubborn corks an' all, don't ya know."
"Can't complain about the location," Lem says, "I get high pocket drinkers from North 'Haven an' drunkards, laborers an' blackguards from Marshtown. Pretty sweet spot fer a shop that stocks top shelf to tub-brewed."
An Elven dowager enters the shop and hands Lem a bottle along with a request for "...more of those medicinal spirits," apparently confident that he knows which those would be. As Lem turns to filling the bottle from the spigot of a small cask, the lady notices your interest and explains pointedly, "My empath has prescribed them."