26 The Great Mug (1/2)

The guard called some guards over to take care of the thugs. After that was all done, he walked up to Mutyx.

”Thanks again.” The guard held his hand out for a handshake. ”Me name be Koleas.”

Mutyx shook Koleas's hand. ”Thank me by buying me a beer. Me name's Mutyx.”

”Aye aye. Follow me, I know tha best place for beer.”

Koleas led the way to the tavern, following beside him was Mutyx.

As they were walking, Koleas turned to Mutyx. ”Your name be Mutyx? So yer named after tha God o' Crafting?”

Mutyx let out a laugh. Obviously, Koleas didn't know that he was the God of Crafting. ”Aye, ye cou' say that.”

”Be ye a smith by any chance?”

”Aye, I be, but I'm nae just a smith. I work with other stuff too.”

”Alright, we're almost there.”

After a few minutes of walking, they arrived at their destination.

”This place has tha best beer, it never fails ta get me drunk,” Koleas told Mutyx.

Mutyx looked at the sign. It showed the name of the tavern, 'The Great Mug.'

”This be where I had me first drink an' it'll be where I have me last,” Koleas said.

The two walked into the bar and sat by the counter.

”A nice an' big glass o' beer for both o' us,” Koleas told the bartender.

The bartender nodded and grabbed two glasses. He filled them all the way up to the brim, a layer of foam at the top. With the glasses full of beer, he gave one of them to Koleas and the other, to Mutyx.

”Place it on my tab, I'll pay for it later,” Koleas said.

Dwarves were always alcoholic creatures and slowly developed a resistance to alcohol. So over time, alcohol became stronger and stronger, until dwarves were also known for their alcohol. It was often said that if a normal person drank beer made by dwarves, they would pass out immediately.

Mutyx brought the glass to his lips and took a big drink of the beer. He let out a sigh, tasting the familiar flavor of the beer. As a god, he had a very high resistance to alcohol, but he could still appreciate it.

”Nothing be better than beer if yer thirsty,” Mutyx said, taking another drink.

”Aye, indeed.” Koleas took another drink of beer.

Mutyx laughed, a layer of foam on his mouth and beard. ”Koleas, was it? Ye weren't lying when this place had good beer.”

As they were drinking, Koleas looked at the golden hammer on Mutyx's back. ”Did ye make that hammer? It looks very valuable.”