I strolled the markets, looking for beers that weren't being distributed amongst the men by the King.
It was a struggle, to say the least. Even the dwarven men were but selling this mass produced soup that I would not call a beer.
Coming from a small farming community I was used to organically produced products and the vile that they served to us in the city became unbearable.
As if by chance, I managed to find a small brewer, shoved away in the darkest of corners, ushering me to come forth.
The crisp golden brew he served unto me was magical.
It had no name and it had but only a small voice smothered by the noise about.
What it had though was the taste of beautifully balanced hops, malt and barley!
Good luck with the beer adventure :)
Amen to that!! Thanks for the great comment. Cheers!!