Burglary in the Tipsy Thicket

Don't say anything, I'll do the talking. No, there's no booze! Come back tomorrow or, even better, next week. You see, a gang of Imperial defectors fell on us last night and almost cleaned us out. Ugh, what kind of lousy watering hole is this now with no booze around?!

You know, if you're so worried about the situation perhaps you can help me. The cowardly deserters probably still have most of the stuff. Even they couldn't have emptied the bottles already, the filthy swine!

If you can recover fifteen bottles of vodka for me, you will earn my appreciation and a special standing in this little establishment of mine. And maybe even a reward to boot. How does that sound? I suggest you begin your search to the northwest if you accept.

In these woods vodka is worth its weight in gold. The locals make some kind of stinky moonshine, but it's rumored to have killed as many humans, Orcs, and Elves as the war itself. My booze, on the other hand, is of the highest quality.