The Lore of Archmagus Amir from the Shadow

Amir searched longengly through the void. He searched for the perfect Hops. The Hops to hop all other hops. The India Pale Ale that would rule them all. One day, he found it, but the search had driven him mad. His beard had grown long, and his pet goo had grown weary. Now a days he tends a bar in a backwoods town crafting the perfect brews for any traveller that comes through. Every time they drink his IPA they exclaim it to be the greatest they ever had, but can never find their way back or remember where they bought it from. They just have a vague memory of the most delicious brew they ever tasted and are haunted by not being able to recall where they got it from.

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