Book 3: Chapter 62: Beer Goggles
Guildmaster Monk was nothing at all like Guildmaster Malt. Thankfully she was also nothing like Guildmaster Browning. She was severe, yes, and domineering, but she wasn’t demeaning or sarcastic. She was Guildmaster, and we were Guild members who’d been naughty, and that was all there was to it.
It still stung when she arched an eyebrow at us like we were petulant children.
“Master Brewer Schist!” Her voice was wrinkly with age, and had the cultured tones of an Academy graduate. “What concerns me the most in all of this is your behaviour. I expected something like this to happen eventually, the Administration has been carelessly flaunting our traditions and craft such that it was inevitable, but I never would’ve imagined that it would be you standing in front of me. Master Stein, would you please list the Guild Ordinances these two breweries broke?”
An extremely short black-haired dwarf went to the front of the room and began writing Ordinances down on the board as he read them out. There were… quite a lot of them.
“Sale of unapproved brew.”
“Using unsanctioned brewing techniques.”
“Inciting a riot via promotion of excess consumption.”
“Sacred Brew not meeting Guild standards.”
“Unsanctioned use of Guild property.”