I don't think I'll be needing the shakhal anymore.

What's this? It has been some time, I had forgotten somehow. I swear this city weaves a web of sleep that makes you forget the rest of the world. This instrument means more to me than drink or money ever could, outlander. Please, take this trinket. I had been saving it for a good trade, but you've helped me remember what I've really been missing these past few months.

Much appreciated outlander.

Ah yeah, that's the stuff. Feels like it's all I have left to hold onto now. Here, take this gold for your time.

Please bring some back soon, %PCClass.

Do you have the shakhal?

I appreciate it outlander. If you have trouble finding it in the city, Ussiran should certainly have some.

You waste my time, n'thil.

What? Did you change your mind?

No one in this blasted city has any consideration. Leave me to my work n'thil.

My people, the Shinathi, make it from spiny lloramor pulp. Same as goya, but goya doesn't taste like home. Say, if you could bring me two bottles I'll pay you back for them with a little extra for the trouble.

Our people have been making it since we settled in Shipal-Shin ages ago. It bolsters our confidence, and the bite reminds us to steel ourselves for the dangers here in the canyons.

Shakhal is a smoky homebrewed spirit made from spiny lloramar pulp. It bolsters confidence but makes the drinker rather dull. The Shinathi make it, and not many folks besides them drink it due to its harsh bite.