Being a brewer of extraordinary skill, say
W3 or above, causes all sorts of small things
to happen if watched by a keen eye. Regular
people would only taste a brew of extraordinary
quality, and enjoy a headiness not felt when
sampling the products of lesser masters.
Initiates with some skill would see far more:
Tale told by a Minlister Initiate on a clayday...
My master always spoke of how heady the
excitement was when his Master (Minlister)
was close at hand while brewing. The brew
kettle's tainted copper glowed with an
amber brightness, and small green bees
I had never noticed in the fields hovered
round his swirling cauldron of Mead.
As sure as water spirits will mingle and dance,
the water always spun opposite the course of
Yelm, just as Magasta's great pool does.
For there all the tears of women waiting for their
overdue husband to come from the pub, just as
all of Minlister's blessings will surely flow.
The Zymurgeists, hungry to partake of their
faint connection to our malty world, would
perch upon his shoulder like small children,
or peer over his shoulder with envious eyes
and anticipating grins for their time to
mingle, and feel whole again.
That, and the fact he rolled well under his
brewing skill of 5W3...
A home brewer and gloranthan,
(after 6 pints of Guinness)
Rick Meints