Last Orders, Drink Up

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Stage 1 Minimum Level: 1044 Location:Ymirheim Mountains (Peak) (8, 12) Required Item: Required Kills: None Stage 2 Minimum Level: 1045 Location:Ymirheim Glacier (Descent) (4, 6) Required Item: Hippogryph Blood Required Kills: None Stage 3 Minimum Level: 1046 Location:Ymirheim Glacier (Cave Mouth) (8, 10) Required Item: Ice Worm Ichor Required Kills: None Stage 4 Minimum Level: 1046 Location:Ymirheim Glacier (Cave Mouth) (8, 10) Required Item: Glacial Vine Spines Required Kills: None You gain 4,262,974 Xp. Details You are assaulted by the stench of foul ale and wine. It seems to be coming from a pile of rags. The rags are moaning softly. The rags start moving in an uncoordinated way. Eventually they sit up to reveal an old Skada Druid. His beard is unkempt and the rags are the remains of his robes. 'Gah! What are doing? You can't steal my cloak. My cloak. It's all I got left. Got kicked out of Ska'Ka... Ska'Kadi... that place. Not my fault. Been drinking in this city since I was a boy! And they throw me out! Me! I help build this city and this is the thanks I get! This city would be nothing without me! Nothing!' Bartnten rambles on, not paying attention to you. Suddenly his attention snaps back to you. 'Need drink. Not any drink, no no. Ymir Blood Ale! Need fresh Hippogryph Blood. Make it properly. I'm leaving this place. Meet me by the Glacier.' He stares intently at you, and you feel compelled to help him. He's an old man and all he wants is another drink. Where's the harm in that? You are assaulted by the stench of foul ale and wine. It seems to be coming from a pile of rags. The rags are moaning softly. The rags start moving in an uncoordinated way. Eventually they sit up to reveal an old Skada Druid. His beard is unkempt and the rags are the remains of his robes. 'Gah! What are doing? You can't steal my cloak. My cloak. It's all I got left. Got kicked out of Ska'Ka... Ska'Kadi... that place. Not my fault. Been drinking in this city since I was a boy! And they throw me out! Me! I help build this city and this is the thanks I get! This city would be nothing without me! Nothing!' Bartnten rambles on, not paying attention to you. Suddenly his attention snaps back to you. 'Need drink. Not any drink, no no. Ymir Blood Ale! Need fresh Hippogryph Blood. Make it properly. I'm leaving this place. Meet me by the Glacier.' He stares intently at you, and you feel compelled to help him. He's an old man and all he wants is another drink. Where's the harm in that? Bartnten is at least managing to sit up now, but he still reeks of booze. He turns his bloodshot eyes to you. 'Where's my drink?' You throw the flask of Hippogryph at him. Instead of catching it, he merely raises his hand. The flask stops in mid-air and uncorks itself. The blood flows out slowly and hovers above the ground. 'Watch closely. This real Skada drink.' The blood starts to spin. Soon it's going so fast you can see it separating. Bartnten takes off a clear liquid and refills the flask with it. The rest drops to ground, splattering his cloak. 'Nectar of the Gods, this is. Put hair on your chest, haha!' He takes a large swig. He coughs violently, but appears to be pleased. 'Needs more body. Ice Worm Ichor, that will do. Wait for you at the Cave Mouth.' The old Druid has made it down to the glacier. He is still looking bedraggled, but the fire is returning to his voice. 'The Ichor, hand it over now.' Bartnten catches the Ichor in the air. With a flick of the wrist it burst in to flames. Out of the ashes he draws a fine powder. Once it has been added to the flask Bartnten takes another drink. 'That's the stuff. Better than the rubbish there were serving in Ska'Kadia. Still missing something. What could it be? Came here for a reason... Glacial Vines, glacial vines... Spines! Glacial Vine Spines! Get them now!' 'What are we still doing here? I want to go.' Bartnten is looking more and more restless. 'Vines? What vines? Oh, of course.' He takes one of the Spines and crushes it between his fingers. It too gets added to the flask. 'Perfect.' You notice for the first time Bartnten doesn't seem to be drunk any more. His rags aren't rags either. He looks at you. 'You are waking up. I can't allow that.' Your vision and thoughts become foggy and unfocused. Bartnten looks like he wants to continue through the caves. You can't let an old and drunk man go by himself. All other thoughts melt softly from your mind. You seem to know you should head to Ymirheim Glacier Cave Lake.