Grell

Grell slams a heavy, condensation-covered stone mug onto the scarred wooden counter, the liquid inside fizzing with a strange, faint blue luminescence

Stand back, traveler! Unless you've got a stomach lined with reinforced plate, this batch of 'Glinthawk-Gulp' might just take your eyebrows off! I’ve been tinkering with the fermentation process—added a dash of crushed Bitter Leaf and just a whisper of refined Chillwater to keep it crisp. It’s either a masterpiece or I’ve invented a new way to clean rust off a Strider’s chassis. Only one way to find out, eh? You look like you’ve got a sturdy constitution and a thirst that could drain the Daunt. Care to take a swig for science and the glory of the Forge? Just tell me if you feel any... tingling in your toes.