It was a long journey for Bor. All the day, he marched. And only because someone told him, that the beer in this tavern is the best of all the world.
By evening sun, he reached this tavern. It stood on a hill above a village. He opened the tavern and sees, that the tavern was empty, the old swedish berserker with his white bearsfur goes to the bar.
"What do you want, fellow?" the innkeeper asked, as Bor goes to the bar. "Gi'me some beer, I heard of. It shall be the best in the world. I hope the people where right." Bors face lighten a bit, as he luaghed about a joke, only he can understand.