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Caloch's nostrils flare as the boy serving the "ripe" cheese passes by. Caloch exclaims, 'Ripe mai tail, tha' cheeze is more den ripe. It's practically green. Here Papolstaana ah'll order ya somefin' dat'll put some scales on yer chest.' Caloch leans over to the bartender mutters something...

A large red and black Dragonborn enters and has a seat at the end of the bar. 'Tender! Ah'll be havin' ah pint, Yer fattest roast an' Yer leanest worg. An be sure ta keep the pints comin'