[@hiddenleafguy] " Bartender we need another bottle oldest one you got "

As he watched the bottle crash into the wall on the far side of the tavern Geoff wondered whether the man really meant oldest or youngest, since he still had a few bottles of the minus two left. With a sigh the barman decided it was best not to try and explain cross-temporal pronouns with a man who'd just helped to empty a whole bottle of fog-apple extract and reached back for nineteen-year-old instead.

Holding the bottle carefully in both hands as he made his way over to the table, not trusting Hilda with such a rare vintage, Geoff found his mind wandering back to his days of rape and pillage. [color=39b54a][i]There's nothing like your first taste of a nineteen-year-old,[/i][/color] he reminisced warmly, recalling the time he'd found a whole cellar stocked to the gills with fog-apple extract while sacking the city of Nuttigemadchen in the Hinterland Marshes.

With a wistful sigh he placed the bottle down in the middle of the three gents and held out his hand. [color=39b54a]"That'll be one ripe, juicy, full-bodied nineteen-year-old for your pleasures, Sirs. And 2 gold in exchange, if you please?"[/color]