| Alaird Dutil | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| Home City | Evermore | ||
| Location | The Bay Tar's Mess | ||
| Race | Breton | Gender | Male |
| Health | 25,974 | ||
| Reaction | Justice Neutral | ||
| Pickpocket | Medium | Profession | Commoner |
Alaird Dutil is a Breton commoner who runs The Bay Tar's Mess in Evermore. Due to the food shortages, he has been watering down his ale—not that his regulars have noticed yet.
DialogueEdit
When you talk with him, you can ask him about recent events in the city.
- "Welcome to the Bay-Tar's Mess, mate!
- Be careful not to step on any toes here; everyone's a little on edge, and I only allow one bar-fight per day."
- Did any crows get in here?
- "Nope, thank the Eight. It's really something though, eh? We got a betting pool going about it. Gorour put twenty gold on "Daedric plague." Lagbaal says they're coming out of Mauloch's arse or something. My money's on a Wyrd hex."
- Wyrd?
- "Aye! Those faerie-fobbing witches out in the woods.
- Wouldn't be the first time they put a curse on us. Turned all our pants backwards once, they did."
- You're kidding me.
- "Not even a little bit. This one time, I had twelve toads in one of my kegs …."
- ...And?
- "And what? Bah … never mind."
- How's business?
- "About as good as you might expect. Don't tell the regulars, but I've been watering the ale like mad. I haven't had a new shipment come in for weeks."
- They haven't noticed?
- "Not yet. I love them like family, but they're not exactly guild scholars.
- Anyway, I'm trying my hand at brewing my own ale to make up the difference."
- And how's that going?
- "Well I had to use stale barley for hops … and we ran out of sugar so I used some old candies I found …. Yeah, I also didn't have any yeast, so I just sort of poured some brown ale in it."
- How's it taste?
- "Like troll piss on a hot day."
- How's everyone taking the King's death?/How's everyone taking King Eamond's death?