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Alaird Dutil
Home City Evermore
Location The Bay Tar's Mess
Race Breton Gender Male
Health 25974
Reaction Justice Neutral
Pickpocket Medium Profession Commoner
Alaird Dutil

Alaird Dutil is a Breton commoner who runs The Bay Tar's Mess in Evermore. Due to the food shortages, he has been watering down his ale—not that his regulars have noticed yet.

Dialogue[edit]

When you talk with him, you can ask him about recent events in the city.

"Welcome to the Bay-Tar's Mess, mate!
Be careful not to step on any toes here; everyone's a little on edge, and I only allow one bar-fight per day."
Did any crows get in here?
"Nope, thank the Eight. It's really something though, eh? We got a betting pool going about it. Gorour put twenty gold on "Daedric plague." Lagbaal says they're coming out of Mauloch's arse or something. My money's on a Wyrd hex."
Wyrd?
"Aye! Those faerie-fobbing witches out in the woods.
Wouldn't be the first time they put a curse on us. Turned all our pants backwards once, they did."
You're kidding me.
"Not even a little bit. This one time, I had twelve toads in one of my kegs …."
...And?
"And what? Bah … never mind."
How's business?
"About as good as you might expect. Don't tell the regulars, but I've been watering the ale like mad. I haven't had a new shipment come in for weeks."
They haven't noticed?
"Not yet. I love them like family, but they're not exactly guild scholars.
Anyway, I'm trying my hand at brewing my own ale to make up the difference."
And how's that going?
"Well I had to use stale barley for hops … and we ran out of sugar so I used some old candies I found …. Yeah, I also didn't have any yeast, so I just sort of poured some brown ale in it."
How's it taste?
"Like troll piss on a hot day."
How's everyone taking the King's death?/How's everyone taking King Eamond's death?
"Depends on the person, I suppose. Valerine was all torn up about it. Same with Lagbaal."
And you?
"Bah. To me it's like some uncle I never met died and left me out of his will. No big deal, see?"
That's harsh.
"Well, if the queen sends me some gold, I'll take it back."