A few halflings sit in the tavern, sipping (or in some cases, chugging) away. The fire roars, the people laugh, and all seems well, for now.
"Aye, I truly love this brew, eh. It's got to be some special wheat or hops, right, Delbo?"
"Nay, lad, it's the wood, it's all about the wood. It's always been about the wood." Delbo takes a sip and continues. "The brew kettles must be made of fine, healthy, bright oak wood if you'd like to have a full tasting brew such as this one."
Across the table, another halfling spits out the ale in his mouth. "Are ye kiddin' me?" He slams down his mug. "Tha's a pile of sheep dung yer spoutin'. Every proper halflin' knows that darkwood must be the main component of a brew kettle. T'say otherwise is t'make a fool of yerself."
Both halflings roll up the sleeves of their shirts, preparing for a brawl. Both were stubborn; both were full of conviction. But only one of them could be right.
[[To be continued on the new map. A teaser--I've laid some groundwork there, and I thought it would be a fun ongoing thing to produce RP, interest, and laughs as we eventually head to yet another new map.]]