"This is good!" the Dwarven King exclaimed.
His advisors immediately spoke up, alarmed at his statement.
"Your Majesty! This beverage is ruining the local ale market in our kingdom. This is an illegal good!"
Realizing his mistake, the Dwarven King let out an awkward cough and tried to backtrack his words.
"Right, right… this is an illegal good, that was what I meant to say…"
As the ruler of the dwarves, he was supposed to like beer since he was the voice of the Dwarven people. He was supposed to support only the products made by his fellow Dwarves. That was how it has always been and always will be.
He was supposed to resent foreign goods, to reject anything from the outside world.
And yet…
He couldn't help but look at the bottle in his hands with deep longing.
Even now, all he could think about was taking another sip of this beer!
