Suddenly a looming figure, Haggard, stumbled in reeking of gin and started speaking 'Eh wot ave you got there? Smells might strong to me for you younguns to be workin a potion all alone. Now I've got some jolly good bitters, ales, and stouts to help ease along the journey you're commencing.' And thus reached a bear paw of a hand into his great coat and pulled out a 5 litre mini keg of Germany's finest brew. 'Mind you all drink easy from this, its not that swill most ov you been sneaking from you're parent's cupboards'. Then he reached into his coat once again and pulled out another minikeg for himself. 'Ah this wwill taste good just about now.'