Lord Wishock, like all men, has his weaknesses. His happens to be a fondness for liquor. The hypocrisy is astounding. The trite fool spends his days trying to shut down our little "tavern" while his nights are spent upstairs, running up a bill he never pays. Well, let's see how Wishock likes this special brew I have prepared for him: Black Claw stout. It's got quite a kick, <name>.
Take it to him and see how he likes it. Most likely the old fool is milling about the Hall of Petitioners.
Can you not see that I am busy? My words must be heard! I am very important to the future of this Kingdom!
Oh... what have you there? Why it looks like a refreshing drink...
Ah, thank you for bringing me this fine looking stout, servant. Here's a copper for you. Now, out of sight with you and let me enjoy my drink!
Upon completion of this quest you will gain:
- 2450 XP (or 15 at level 80)
- Lord Baurles K. Wishock says: My, that Black Claw stout packs quite a punch!
- Lord Baurles K. Wishock says: I feel... dizzy. It's so hot... in... here...
- Wishock dies