Large jars of sorghum wine were transported over.
The others were not idle either; Phong and Robin carried all the recently fired ceramic jars over, preparing them to hold the liquor. The small square was almost completely occupied.
Hearing that Eric intended to distill white liquor today, the whole tribe was almost seething with excitement, especially the Dwarves. Regardless of what they were doing, they temporarily put it aside and ran as fast as they could to the square, bringing containers from their homes.
It had been too long since the last distillation. No matter how much they saved, it was almost all drunk. They couldn't bear to drink the little that remained; when the craving became unbearable, they would just open it to take a sniff.
