“You know, there’s something I’ve always wondered about greblings. You’re smaller than most humans. How well do you hold liquor compared to us?” you say suddenly, as though it just struck you to ask.
“Don’t ask me, I’m not a drinker,” they reply.
“Is that why you work at a brewery, they know you won’t try to sneak a sip?” you ask, continuing the line of thought.
“Actually, I don’t know a single grebling who can stand the stuff they brew here,” they reply. “Again, I don’t drink, so I can’t tell you why exactly. But just the other day, a bunch came out of a tavern griping they only had Redlake’s stuff and complaining about the flavor. Humans seem fine with it, though.”
“Well, you work here. Do you have any guess what they might be putting in that greblings don’t like?”
They just shrug. That’s all right, you were mainly trying to lead into another question.
“What is it that you do here, anyways?”
Sharpen, de-rust, polish, and sanitize the cutlery