Direbrew's Dire Brew (Alliance)
|Level||60 (Requires 75)|
Coren Direbrew's corpse clutched this small cask tightly to its gut. This must be his infamous Dire Brew!
<Name>, your face has a grim set to it. Do you have dire news?
This is the Coren Direbrew's[sic] drink? The brew he wanted more than anything to submit at Brewfest? Well, officially we can't recognize this submission, but out of respect for a fallen brewer, perhaps I'll have a taste...
- Ipfelkoker Ironkeg says: Right! Let's try this so-called dire brew...
- Ironkeg takes four swigs, growing bigger each time until he gives off a green belch stream, shrinking down past his normal size, with hearts above his head, then returns to normal as he says:
- Ipfelkoker Ironkeg says: By Bronzebeard's beard! What a drink!
- Ipfelkoker Ironkeg says: <Name>, this beer... well, it might be the best of Brewfest!
- Ipfelkoker Ironkeg says: It's a shame Coren's Dire Brew can't quench more thirsting throats! It's blasphemy, I know, but I envy those Dark Iron dwarves!