You stand before a great tree, reaching up into the sky. How old this tree might be, only god knows. You walk forward to the base of the tree where a humble wooden door resides. Next to the door hangs a wooden sign with the words "Brice's Brewery" carved inside an image of a cauldron. As you open the door, the sound of a gentle chiming bell alerts all who might be in the room of your presence.   A blonde-haired boy behind a counter at the back of the room looks up from a book he is read