Bedwyr rolled out of the bedroll on the hard stone flagged floor, with a little wince he stood up back aching. He’d taken to sleeping the vats recently, the brewery was a hive of activity and he couldn’t risk being anywhere else in case one of them started to overflow again. Experiments with Teutonian light ales had proved to be more difficult than anticipated, getting the bubbles in was easy, stopping them taking the ale away was complicated. They’d tried capping a vat to see if that would hold the ale in place to ferment, however that just blew off the lid and scared ginger so much that she refused to enter now without presence.
He looked over at the lid now firmly embedded above the doorframe, if only he could work out the pressure issues he knew he could create a the finest of pale ales. He walked over to the large diary to check what the days tasks were. Casks 7, 12, and 14 would need rotating, vat number 4 would need bottling ready in preparation for the Samhain festival, and there was a small sign in the corner, unknowable to anyone but Bedwyr, to remind him that one of the stills was near ready to keg up. He’d have to be careful in hiding this one, the last one was found by some of the younger members of the clan and involved a night of sitting up and a large amount of mopping.
As he began his work thoughts of recent news filled his mind. Jessie had told him that demons had taken the life of the host of the Queen Morrigan, a dangerous time indeed, and while he felt a sadness for the loss of the Queen, he could not help but feel glad that his family had returned home alive. Ahhh Jessie, she had been troubling him a lot of late. Finding religion to such a large extent that he hardly knew who she was anymore. I mean it’s always good that there should be more priests and priestesses, but why Jessie? She’s become distinctly less fun since she gained the black band, and since this last gathering of nations in the wolf lands she’d changed even more. It took a lot more work to find out why, laying to rest a MacBeth, it must be hellish.
He pondered for a while on how he was not the best brother, not being there to protect his little big sister, however Kianan was always around, and now she was free of that soft shite James T maybe she’ll have her mind more focussed on keeping out of danger. Never trust a man who thinks a hat like that looks good, I mean had he not noticed that it looked like a chicken? I guess if I’m to make sure she’s doing alright i’ll have to attend at some point, but who’d look after the brewery? None of the lads had his aptitude for brewing, however it’d only be a few days. Maybe it was time to start training up a replacement, after all he wouldn’t be around forever now.