"Why did you heal me, you ass wipe" Gnarlo snapped at Maro
"Why wouldn't I heal you, you are my friend and a part of the world famous Trio gang ahaha" Maro knew exactly what Gnarlo wanted
"Why don't you go catch up with Jenny? She really missed you Captain Troll Nuts"
Gnarlo walked off in anger "You're just a hair smarter than my Troll, dumbass"
Maro laughed "Great mission Gnarlo, wonderful job on the wine and coin"
"You have no idea" he yelled back
Maro didn't even want to inquire how Gnarlo broke his hips, but no way was he going to let Alleria and Valeria have their hands hover over that area for extended time while he was getting healed.
Taking a wine skin, Maro decided to do the rounds and walk around the perimeter while drinking… Damn fine wine he thought.
It took Kadrin 2 days to get the Brewery ready to go, now they just had to wait on the ingredients to grow and with two nature based healers spreading nature energy over the fields, all the plants had sprouted.
With a buzz going on already, he took a look at the fields off the top of the front gate… We planted no food. Talk about oversight…
He made a mental note to have food planted as he walked down to the fields to see how the new farmers were doing.
He was deeply loved by all the people he liberated, he shared some words with them, tossed his wine skin around to the farmers so they could have a taste before they went to drink after work… fuck they should have planted grapes… He made another mental note
Progress on clearing the lower levels was completely stalled at sublevel 1. They didn't even try once the brewery was secure, they were all worried about not being able to drink until today.
All the dwarves claimed Maro was an honorary one. He was the only human they met that cared about drinking as much as they did, not only that he could drink with the best of them.
Now that the wine was here, they would probably all get drunk tonight and start the offensive again tomorrow in proper Dwarf fashion.
Boy were all the beer related crops growing fast, he really regretted not having grape seeds if they could grow that fast…
Rounds done, he headed back inside but before he did, he grabbed a barrel of wine off of one of the wagons and gave it to Rolf.
Trolls were the perfect guards… when he first saw a Troll he thought bigger and more stupid Orc. But Rolf surprised him everyday, as long as everyone respected he was in charge of the stone doors he was nice to them.
One other surprise was, Trolls had horrible tolerances to alcohol. That barrel of wine was enough to get him black out and keep him happy everyday for a week.
Maro finished with his rounds, went to the top of the walls one more time and looked at the sunset. With Maro's most immediate fear of alcohol withdrawal gone, he was genuinely happy with his life right now.
He had his wineskin, he was going home to his Elf lady friends and then waging war when he woke up. It was like he was in Valhalla or something and not in the hell that was meant to punish him. He looked up to the sky, called the deity a sexy voiced pain in the ass and poured one out for her and he started walking home… stopped, he turned back around and said if you want to do some ASMR stuff please do… he waited a second… no response… he continued on his way home.
He was a bit drunk by the time he got home, so he wasn't sure if he felt a surge of holy energy or not.
The Deity was pissed, she hated him. He was immature, stupid and a mortal… But with her divine sight, she could see everything he did… everything… and she was just a little curious.