Crane
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I flipped a coin and chose A since we were tied.
You choose the front door. After all, there's nothing underhanded about casually seeking out a cold mug of ale. You walk into the tavern and look around. It's full to the brim to be sure, but there's nothing else out of the ordinary-no special decorations, nobody dancing, no sales written in chalk above the counter. It's just a bar, like a hundred others.
You begin to ask the barkeep for a drink, but he merely points behind you without so much as meeting your eye. You follow his finger to a long line of patrons, the first of whom are glaring in your direction for attempting to bypass them. You raise your hand in apology and shuffle toward the center of the room. You don't have an hour to wait for a taste. You decide, instead, to ask around. You look about and decide whom to question.
> Two women chatting at a small table in the corner.
> The large man stationed near the door -- maybe a bouncer?
> The young elf and her date leaning against the far wall.
A) "The bartender here is a mage. He's been enchanting the beer."
B) "They're adding lyrium to the ale."
C) "People are scared to drink anywhere else. I think the templars are involved somehow."
This choice is really important, so think hard about what the answer would really be.
You choose the front door. After all, there's nothing underhanded about casually seeking out a cold mug of ale. You walk into the tavern and look around. It's full to the brim to be sure, but there's nothing else out of the ordinary-no special decorations, nobody dancing, no sales written in chalk above the counter. It's just a bar, like a hundred others.
You begin to ask the barkeep for a drink, but he merely points behind you without so much as meeting your eye. You follow his finger to a long line of patrons, the first of whom are glaring in your direction for attempting to bypass them. You raise your hand in apology and shuffle toward the center of the room. You don't have an hour to wait for a taste. You decide, instead, to ask around. You look about and decide whom to question.
> Two women chatting at a small table in the corner.
"We've been coming in here since it opened; used to be a great place to come and gab for a few hours. It's a bit more crowded these days though, still, you know what you know, and this place is an old mainstay for us."
> The drunken dwarf stumbling around in the middle of the room.
"Y'ever had a cold Sun Blonde, first vintage, poured over a slab'a'granite cut staight outta Orzammar 'erself? Nah, you 'aven't. I'd know it. That's the best beer I'd ever caught in me beard, though. But now? Uh ... yeah, but now, I prefer just this one in here. Can't find it nowhere else, nope. Doesn't even taste right--and I know my beers, that I do. Like something off, er ... hey, buy me one, will ya? I'll just get inta the line here ... "
> The man hunched down over the bar.
"I don't know what it is. Used to frequent most bars 'round here, but lately just this 'un seems to sate me. Just one beer in the barrel, too. You'd think it'd get old, drinking the same time and time again. It don't. The opposite, actually.
> The large man stationed near the door -- maybe a bouncer?
"Good prices, excellent customer service. Not exactly a mystery, is it? Hell, even the templars love our place, and that lot knows good ale, believe you me! Now enjoy yourself, and don't cause any trouble, you hear?"
> The young elf and her date leaning against the far wall.
"Okay, so I do have this friend-she's not an elf, though, and we're friends anyway even though I'm an elf-and she says that her dad-I think he's a lumberjack, maybe?-was out or something when he was attacked by some brigand guys. He said they tried to shock him with some kind of like hand lightning spell thing, but not a horrible spell, just like a light spell, like a spell that doesn't kill you I think, just one that shakes you up a bit, but he wasn't shaken up a bit at all. The thieves were all freaked out and left or something, so we always come here now, like the ale is good luck or something, though I still wouldn't want to meet a brigand guy, you know?"
After asking around, you think you've got a good handle on what's going on here. You hurry back to the waiter and tell him about your findings.
A) "The bartender here is a mage. He's been enchanting the beer."
B) "They're adding lyrium to the ale."
C) "People are scared to drink anywhere else. I think the templars are involved somehow."
This choice is really important, so think hard about what the answer would really be.