You stumble across an ugly scene – a ragged pile of goblins. They are hiccupping violently, laughing, then hic

You stumble across an ugly scene – a ragged pile of goblins. They are hiccupping violently, laughing, then hiccupping again – the air is so thick with alcohol fumes, flies lie dead in the dirt... and an odd vinegar smell as well. It appears the goblins have gotten into Oleg's stock... and drank deep of its contents. Barrels lie in splinters around the area, not a single one intact.