"Now, let me spin you a tale, my friend, about how I, a humble archmagus, came to create the greatest ale of all time.

It all began on a particularly foggy morning—so foggy it became my namesake. Fox and I set out on a routine forage, early in the morning, while I was still under the fog of last night's revelries. We got a little turned around in the woods, and then Fox's ears perked up and he bolted. Great, I thought to myself, my head's splitting and my familiar has just run off.

I finally caught up to him, but I had no idea where we were. Then, the wildest thing happened. The mist closed in on us until I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. It swirled and wrapped around us, and I'll admit, I was a bit scared.

But then it faded away, and we were in a completely different place—some sort of vineyard, with row upon row of the most beautiful hops, shimmering with morning dew. I gave them a sniff, and wouldn't you know it, my headache disappeared instantly. These hops were unlike anything I'd ever seen.

I carefully gathered a small sampling and brought them back to the keep. And this, my friends, is what you pay good gold for. Taste that and tell me it isn't the nectar of the gods!

BUT! Be warned...many a thirsty traveler has stopped in these parts and vowed to find my secret crop, but none have ever returned. I'd be a fool to share my entire story with you, don't you think? Now, pay your tab, and mind your imagination.

Cheers!"

• Caygeon

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