Gutbuster

Gutbuster is a foul and dangerous liquid. I don't know how the dwarves do it. I guess we were trying and failing to make contact with some ghost in the cellar when we found it. I knocked on the barrels that were left down there, hoping to find something secret. Oh, boy, did I ever. I pulled the plug on one of the eldritch wooden casks to discover the rotten dwarvish swill. It smelled worse than the shitwater in the Waterdeep sewers. Thankfully, I can't remember what it tasted like.
 
Honestly, I'm surprised we all took a drink. I'm a pretty heavy drinker, so of course I would. Daara seems to enjoy her ale and liquor as well. Marlaia and Urku, though? Their curiosity clearly got the best of them. It nearly got the best of all of us. I loathe to think of what would have happened had Igris not discovered us some time later and nursed us back to health. I got a fraction of it when I felt the misery behind Scorch's gutbuster hangover. Igris only had a little taste of it and he was as drunk as I've ever seen a kobold. We could have done without him dragging us up and down all the stairs.
 
Anyway, once we were all back on our feet, Urku got a summons to the opera. It stated that we were to dress as nobles for the occasion, so we had to go shopping. I opted for a black and white ensemble with a feathered cap. I can't say how well I did; I've never had need of such opulent vestments. The others all look rather striking, though. They have a good eye for these things. We'll be respected as upstanding business owners, yet.