Mora inspected her glass of beer.  Piss, fundamentally, but tasting better than most of what passed for beer in Westcrown, unless she wanted to put on nice clothes that made her look like a target and head over to the nice part of town and pay ten times as much per glass.

"Cayden Cailean must have cursed this city," she muttered to herself, before taking a reluctant sip.

Yep.  Piss.

Mora inspects her glass of beer.  The beer served in this tavern is piss, fundamentally, but usually tastes better than most of what passes for beer in Westcrown, unless Mora wants to put on nice clothes that make her a target and trudge over to the nice part of town and pay ten times as much per glass.

"Cayden Cailean must have cursed this city," she mutters to herself, and takes a reluctant sip.

Yep.  Piss.