Brew Master by Logan Jacobs

Author:Logan Jacobs [Jacobs, Logan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-10-30T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

After two weeks, I’d become a regular Hagopper. Each day, I would wake up in the morning, defend the honor of my gnome, and then spend the afternoon brewing my beer.

It had taken Babble a little time to adjust to the schedule of chasing his debts before noon, but it meant that we got all the dirty work out of the way before lunch, and then he could nap until it was time to head to the taverns and gambling houses again. He had more money than ever, which meant that I had taken some pretty hefty bonuses, which in turn meant that it was time to go and procure the expensive elf seasonings that I needed for the next step in my process.

I was pretty confident that this beer would be one heck of a hazy IPA, but I needed the right citrus and spice notes to make it come to life.

I headed down the stairs and smiled at my brew, which had taken on a lovely hoppy scent. It was all coming along better than I could’ve imagined, and I always felt like doing a little dance in the morning whenever I walked by it for the first time that day.

“Good morning, Hagop,” I chuckled as I stepped into the yard.

I drank in the crisp air and the buttery light for a moment, then locked up the barn. I had the money to spend on a better room, but I had been saving it for the best spices that I could get. Besides, once my beer business took off, I’d have enough money to buy ingredients and still find a small place for myself.

A pair of blue jays squawked at me as I headed across the yard, and I waved back. I nodded to Tulip the donkey, who was munching on some hay that Hildegard had set out, and then I stepped into the tavern to look for my employer.

“Morning,” the little gnome said from his favorite stool. “Pleasant outside today, isn’t it?”

“Every morning here is beautiful,” I said with a smile.

The weather had taken an autumnal turn, and I could see yellow and orange leaves falling to the ground around the Hagop River. For some reason, it conjured up scenes from my childhood, like the county fair and Halloween parties at my friend’s house. It made me realize that fall had just become another season when I was an adult, and not one of the fun ones in Portland.

“You know, I’ve started to actually like the morning,” Babble said. “I used to think that it was too noisy and too bright. But now I think that it’s rather good! And last night I was spooked enough by a few out of town elves, so I hid away and got to sleep even earlier.”

I’d never visited Babble’s lodgings before, but I had the feeling that he would’ve invited me over by now if I could fit through the door.

“That’s good,” I nodded. “The beer is looking and smelling as good as always.

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