Surly Sober Satyr

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I was promised mead, Ascended, and it has not been delivered. The vendors whine about Crucia's forces freezing and destroying their mead supplies. It seems Crucia's not the sort to appreciate the Fae Yule celebration the boglings have going on across Telara, and as long as I'm sober, I'm not the sort to appreciate it either. Regardless, I hear the boglings have made a seasonal beverage substitute - fae wassail. Bring me some, Ascended, and I'll consider returning the decorations I tore down.

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Hmm. This drink reeks. It should be enough to sate me for the moment, [%NAME], but I will require more soon.