Letter left at the Emporium of Glamour [DM Bearic]

[Vlaid]

The letter has some cup ring-stains on it from resting on a bar and smells vaguely of stale cigar smoke...

Hey chums,

It's Buster Grimes, writing you. I need to say, I was equally flattered and impressed to find my name and brews being sold and used in your emporium. But other people have suggested it may be a sleight against me, to sell the products of my good name and work without seeing a dinar to me.

Ha! But I don't think that way. I like making chums. Seeing as you seem to have somehow cracked the code of the Buster Brew Enigma Machine of the Creep and replicated it, I'd like to talk business. I've been trying to find a way to get a machine up and running to bring Buster Brews back, officially, to the good laborers of the Well.

I almost just bought thirty mugs or something and rented them out, but that just sounds insane to me!

Let's chew the fat, talk shop, you know? I got a guy working on this too, we can collaborate.

I'll be in touch.

-Buster

[Bearic]

Buster, Dear,

Of course, we would be glad to assist you. We won't need the machine we were using once the month is done, so you may have it. The one we have is stationary, but Raizu could help you carry it.

~o- Illydo -o~