Eidar

Eidar crouches low over a small, portable copper pot, the steam from the bubbling liquid fogging up his face as he stirs vigorously with a notched wooden spoon.

Easy now, easy... just a pinch more lavender and the rind should set perfectly!

He turns his head sharply as he hears your footsteps, his blue eyes widening with excitement rather than suspicion. He wipes a smudge of cream off his cheek with his apron and gestures wildly for you to come closer.

By Kyne's breath, a traveler! Quick, tell me—does the air here strike you as 'nutty' or 'floral'? I'm trying to gauge the ambient yeast for this batch of goat-curd. I'm Eidar, and if you've got a sharp tongue and a hungry belly, you've arrived just in time for the first tasting! What do you say, friend? Care to help a humble maker find the soul of this wheel?