"Hey, you! Git away from mah still! Don't make me git mah shotgun!"

Ok, I had to do it. This particular idea popped into my head and wouldn't leave me alone. Sorry for the art itself not being that great (so many things wrong...), but it was done quickly.

Jarrett here is a 30-something resident of the dragoat trailer park. Like most residents, he is only marginally more intelligent than a brick.

However, the one thing he doesn't manage completely screw up is making booze. If it can be fermented, he's probably tried - including the shitty tainted magic available to the poorer dragoats. The result is...well, moonshine is bad. Magic moonshine is worse. Yet it somehow is still popular among the booze-swilling dragoat crowd. Selling his various homebrew concoctions is how Jarrett makes his living. Drinking his own moonshine out of a mason jar is how he passes his days.

Not to say Jarrett has mastered the art of homebrewing, though. Due to his paranoia about the trustworthiness of those around him, he doesn't try to hide his stills out in the woods or anything like that. No, he keeps his brewing equipment either in his trailer or in the small brick shed he built next to it. His stills exploding has become a not-uncommon occurrence in the trailer park and nobody asks what happened when he's seen wearing a new set of bandages or sporting a new burn mark. In fact, the gambling addicts of the trailer park have a betting pool running based on when the still is going to go off next.

Jarrett is mine, but the dragoat concept belongs to  sapphire