in the ancient heart of europe, nestled between shadowed forests and forgotten ruins, lies a brewery where even i, a creature of the night, turn a blind eye to my usual pursuits to revel in its craft. its preparatory procedures, a masterful blend of art and science, promise to resuscitate even the most desolate soul with their amber elixirs. however, venture not during the full moon; that is a no-go, for the wolves and spirits claim the land, leaving the living and the undead alike to await the dawn for their next sip of that enchanting brew.