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When we arrived... we found ourselves on a longboat. We were adrift amongst an enormous river of black stuff.
'Shennu? What is all this...?'
A probably foolish question to ask, knowing the name of the place. But nevertheless, Shennu went to the side of the longboat and peered down at the waters below. If anyone would know water and liquid, it was her.
[SHENNU] "This river is made entirely out of dry stout."
[WOLFBOY] "Can I-"
[SHENNU] "No."
[WOLFBOY] "Aww..."
The entire river is made of stout... The ponds of mead, the waterfalls and rain of ale! This is a truly intoxicating land!
'This is... of Ludwyhn's personal design?!' I said.
[JENK] "Not only that, but the clouds you see in the distance there are not clouds. They are foam spilling from an endless font. The giant tankards and glasses you see there. Even the light in this place is no result of any artificial sun, my dears. It is the shine of clashing, tinking mugs of beer!"
Every few minutes, there was always a great toast in the sky by two cyclopean glasses, spilling bubbling beer suds and foam, lighting the place with their clash and resounding chinks. Along the river banks of the land of celebration, we saw Einheri warriors and old Woldorian soldiers alike all gathered for a show, raising high their glasses, barrels and kegs and cups of all they drank that was black and orange and green! They feasted endlessly on long tables and round ones, with dinnerware of silver and gold, and courses of meat and honey that never stopped coming! There was a place here for every warrior that celebrated their deeds, even the milkdrinkers! Woldor left none out of these eternal revelries. This was his promise to the soldier, to the fighter. The greatest brotherhood in arms they could ever wish for!
It was a beautiful sight, but now our longboat had arrived, steering itself on these warm winds into a dock on the left side of the Mead River's bank...
