Bartender
Legacy Name: Jake Slayer

You take a seat at the bar, admiring the grain in the old wood counter. It was well worn from age, darkened in some spots from spills, but still held it's own.

There were only two others in the bar that appeared to be travellers like yourself, nestled in the far corner. It smelled of yeasts and spice, making your mouth water and stomach rumble.

What dominated the little building was the impressive barback. Rows of shelving filled to the brim with more types of alcohol, beer, and liquor you could even imagine. You wished you could ask how a single bartender was able to accrue such a collection but felt it was inappropriate.

The bartender noticed your ogling and chuckled as he polished a glass, Allow me. His calm voice filled your mind and filled you with trust and warmth. Whatever he'll choose for you, you knew it would be just what you need.

It wasn't long before the bartender went to the kitchen and came out with a generous plate of steak and eggs for you. He set it down and you immediately dug in, thankful for the quick service and warm, comforting food. The bartender placed a beer in front of you after a moment. It was perfectly poured.

The beer was a rich blonde, reminiscent of the wheat used to make it. The foam head sat at the rim, creamy and inviting. Delicate bubbles danced against gravity and displayed the light carbonation. You couldn't wait any longer and took a sip. Paired with the juicy steak, the pale ale was soft yet acidic on on your tongue. Malt and apple notes were forward, a gentle and smooth fruity body, and a slight cardamom aftertaste. You have tasted liquid gold and never want to finish.

Alas, your food and beer came to an end and left you sated. The bartender took away your empty dishes as you fished out payment from your satchel.

Leaving the coins on the bar, you ask the bartender what type of ale that was and if he knew if you could get it at your destination. He gave a wan smile.

I have a source but they're not too popular, he waved at the two travellers who were on their way out, you won't find it elsewhere, I'm afraid.

You sigh disdainfully but then let him know you'll be back when you come back this way.

Don't worry, my bar will be here if you need it.

You lift up your pack and bid farewell to the kind bartender. As you leave the cabin and make your way back on the trail, you look back in hopes to remember this location. To your surprise, the cabin was no longer there and instead a clearing of mid-sized trees and flowers of all shapes and colours, the faint smell of wheat lingering before vanishing to the calm breeze.