Elmus

I wouldn't be at Thirsk if I wasn't.

These days I focus a little more on the creature comforts of the hall, though. The food, the drink, the stories.

It drives Kuvar mad, but someone has to do it or the place would be a little... cold.

I make it. I drink it. I share it with friends. Ha!

Thirsk didn't always make its own mead. No, we used to get by on shipments from Skyrim.

But those gold-grubbers at the East Empire Company started charging more than their share for bringing it over.

We still buy what we have to, but I make as much as I can.

Sad to see her go, of course. But Bujold wouldn't have gotten as far as she did if she wasn't strong. She'll... she'll be ok.

Kuvar isn't enough to frighten me off. He makes a lot of noise, but at the end of the day, he wants what we all want.

Peace, and a warm drink.

Enough for now. But I'll either need to get some more barrels or start importing more if we're going to make it through next winter.

Last thing you want is the mead to run out just as the fire dies!

Oh, perfect. Just the right ripeness, too. Good work, friend.

We lost most of the batches we had brewing when... before those things were here.

One is just ready to take its turn, though, and it's about time to add some of the flavorings.

You can't find them on Solstheim, but if you find yourself back in Skyrim, I wouldn't mind you bringing some juniper berries.

They add a different kind of sweetness. Tart. Makes the flavor more round.

Oh, that's the stuff all right. You're a good friend to Thirsk, and to me. I thank you.

Well, the easy answer, of course. Mead!

Actually, now that I think of it, I have been missing the Ashfire. It's a special brew that we make at Thirsk.

If you could... somehow... get up there and grab a bottle, I'd be a long way towards forgetting how miserable it is down here.