In the calm morning of Jastry, birds start their morning calls, flitting from tree to tree. The fog recedes down to the lake. A fresh new day.
The crisp, clean morning is immediately ruined by a boisterous song about women of ill repute and their ways with men.
From the road into town the large angori Zwey can be seen, dragging a smallish wagon, about 4 paces long, 2 wide, and 4 tall, from the ground. It was 4 wheels, and built to resemble a small, long house, with a steeped roof and shingles. Attached to the back is a smaller, 2 wheeled wagon, big enough for a gnome to ride in. The larger wagon was painted deep green and red, with a standard that looks like a wagon wheel, but with tools of various trades opposed to spokes. In the center of the wheel, a coin with a head that bore traits of all the intelligent races of Orn.
When Zwey reaches the front of the burned out tavern, he stops, and begins to chock the wagon wheels. He reaches up, and pulls an awning from the side of the wagon.He then flips down a panel on the side, to expose the interior. Said panel comes down 90 degrees, and Zwey then swings out wooden stakes to hold it at this angle, so it resembles a bar. He then enters to wagon, and returns with several tall barstools. If one were to look within the wagon, they would see several wooden barrels, that look fairly new, with taps ready to go. They would also see a basic still, and other tools to make beer and other alcohol. Zwey's foraging pack can be seen near the bar, wild barley and hops spilling from it.
The last thing Zwey does is move the standard from the front of the wagon, and stakes it into the ground beyond the stools. He then enters the wagon, and goes about making the next batch of beer