One man's craft can put mighty armies to rest, can arouse the passions, can put the most stalwart of guards into a blissful slumber. Who are these craftsmen of skill unsurpassed? The
Brewmasters! Yes, these adepts of the vine can work wonders upon the fruits and grains of this Middle Earth.
Not a hobbit birthday party, nor a dwarven feast can be held without the works of these mighty masters of their craft. They can coax a still to great heights, give it some grains and water and it pours forth liquid love.
And in times of war it is the hearty ale of the Dwarven brewmasters the rouse the great armies (and in a pinch it makes for a wonderful explosive.)
(OOC: Wonderful job everyone! Far surpassing any expectations I had. Keep the boasts coming!)