Limael steps into the Prancing Pony with a box of wine bottles, she sets the crate on the bar in front of Barliman.
"I'm about to set sail for the uttermost west and I thought I would share some of my last blend with you," Limael says.
"We don't usually get elven wine here," Barliman says using a piece of metal to open the crate.
"I'm sure some of your patrons enjoy having the option of something more elegant than beer or hard alcohal."
"You're very right my dear," Barliman says. "I doubt these will last me more than a few months once people know I have some. I do wish there were some vintners staying in middle earth."
"I'm sure I can write a book with information on making wine before I leave. It will take you some time before you reach our level of skill but it will come."
"I'm sure there are plenty of people in bree that would enjoy learning to make wine."
"I would suggest using my vineyard but there's a problem there," Limael says.
"Can't be too bad if you were able to get another batch done."
"Goblins have moved into my vineyard and are attacking anything that moves within it."
"That is a pretty big problem," Barliman says. "We'd have to send a group of soldiers to wipe them out and stand guard if we were going to use it. Not to mention what damage they would have done to the plants."
"They haven't touched the vines or anything else. The little terrors seem to only be interested in the buildings."
"Did you have the other elves help you make your last batch?"
"No," Limael says "the elves of Celondim are too busy preparing the boats for the trip to the west. I got help from an adventurer that was passing through. They were sent to me by an old friend who was working is Celondim."
"Did they kill all the goblins?"
"No they just fought through enough of them to get what I needed."
"Goblins are only dangerous in large groups," Barliman says.
"There's a large group in the vineyard, there's an entire canyon full of them north of there. They've drifted from there to the ruins and eventually to my vineyard. I sent a sample of the last batch to the adventurer that helped me. I hope they enjoy it, and perhaps find some new clothes."
"Ugly clothing?"
"Not just ugly," Limael says "but tattered and dirty. It was white, well dirty white, with strips of crimson. Even looking at it was unpleasent, though it was better than looking at their face."
"That's a little rude isn't it?"
"I don't mean their face. They were wearing a mask of the most hideous creature I've ever seen. It had a frowning mouth filled with crooked rotten looking teeth and was a sickly brown. The ears seemed to stand straight out of it's head and the eyes were painted to look so wide they eyes looked ready to pop out."
"That sounds terrifying. I can't blame you for not looking them in the face."