The Legend of The Brotherhood of Brew
Many a full moon ago, two knights sat at an old, musty inn, full of secrets and suspicious smells. With the flickering candlelight casting shadows on their faces, they sat in silence. Weary from the mundane routine of their existence, they barely spoke. The only excitement they showed that night was a flicker in their eyes, when the innkeeper’s voluptuous daughter placed two large mugs of Ale on their worn out wooden table. The image of her golden tresses, falling loosely to her sides, would remain etched in Sir Sibi’s memory forever.
“The people of our kingdom cannot suffer anymore, consuming this sorry excuse for an ale!”
Turning their attention back to the ale before them, Sir Sibi and Sir Arun picked up their mugs, took a sip each, and exchanged grim looks. It was worse than they had imagined.
“We have to do something!” said an anguished Sir Sibi in a low tone. “The people of our kingdom cannot suffer anymore, consuming this sorry excuse for an ale!”
“You speak wise words, brother,” agreed Sir Arun. “But do you think we are ready to defy The King?”
The thought of The King made them slouch their shoulders in defeat, and weariness overcame them once more. All might have been lost; if it wasn’t for the news they received the following year from the far off Kingdom of Haryana. Revolutionaries had made the first attempt at freeing their countrymen from the chains of badly brewed ale!
This splendid news emboldened our heroes. However, they knew they would need the wisdom and skill of two others from the Brotherhood, who shared their dream, before they began this journey. This was how, Sir Mukesh, with his keen sense of revenue management and generation, cultivated while working at the Royal Treasury, and Sir Williams, or ‘Wise One Williams’ as he was commonly known, with his wisdom from years of battle experience, came to join their ranks.
…to learn the magical ways of the druids, and acquire the skills to concoct the perfect brew…
And so our brave warriors of the brew set out on a quest across different lands, to learn the magical ways of the druids, and acquire the skills to concoct the perfect brew.
Their adventure was fraught with peril as evil warriors from many kingdoms threatened to steal their glory, embarking on similar quests, and trying to thwart their endeavor of spreading fine ale across the people of the land.
But our heroes forged on, enabled by the strength of their brotherhood and their passion for the people. After waging what seemed like endless battles and overcoming unthinkable forms of sorcery, our heroes emerged victorious.
It was thus that the haven of Toit was born, home of the most finely crafted brews in the Kingdom of Bengaluru, laboratory to the most skilled brewers who were said to possess the magic of the old, and sanctuary to those seeking the wonders of this magical potion.
Legend has it that when it was time, our heroes stood at the tallest ramparts of their haven, with the conviction of victory in their shoulders, and gazed upon the setting Sun, as deep in the heart of the fortress of froth, the Elder Brewer raised his goblet and took the first sip, of the very first magical brew.