Ding! Congratulations, Host

"What do you want to do?" Hannah grasped her skirt as she looked at Mag, who was staring at her with glowing eyes. She bit her lower lip, and hesitantly said, "Even though you are my superior, and the organization said we had to obey all orders… If the request is overboard, I will have to consider it…"

"What are you thinking about?" Mag rolled his eyes, and retrieved his gaze from her. He walked one round in the brewing room with an oil lamp, and carefully appraised the distillation machines. It was hard to imagine that a young maiden like her could come up with these by herself in her simple and crude cellar. Although her skills were not as good as those of professional dwarven blacksmiths, her genius ideas and ability to make them still proved Mag's idea.

This maiden rum brewer was also a genius mechanic at the same time.

"Do you make these by yourself?" Mag turned to confirm with Hannah again.