The Brewery
You crawl into the room and are immediately hit by the intoxicating and somewhat threatening smell of fermenting broad beans and rhubarb. This is where Boze and Tootz create their most evil experimental country brews. Rows and rows of demijohns line the walls on hastily erected shelves. In the corner sits a giant pumpkin. It looks scared, almost as if it knows its' destiny. Suddenly, the door slams shut behind you, and you are all alone in the dark. All you can hear is the deafening sound of a thousand demijohns blooping maniacally. You fear the grey furry one in the far corner the most.
There are exits: