A sturdy barkeep that ran the Ruby Bull Tavern (lending more credence to the ruby color of our halos), T'Lrek was renowned Dream wide for his excellent ales. After a long day teaching or debating, Dreamers would come to the Tavern for a drink or three, reveling in each other's company, for T'Lrek made it quite clear that any political disputes were to be dropped as soon as they crossed the Tavern's wide opening. T'Lrek encouraged bards of any type to visit his humble abode, as they added color and excitement to an already bustling place. It was not uncommon to see him goading four or more bards into performing in an evening. One such night, when there were no less than five separate bards waiting to display their skills, one complained of a very sore throat. Smiling to himself, T'Lrek brought out a flagon of his stoutest brew, something which bards were renowned to have "mysteriously" clear up their throats and tongues. As a credit to the bard in question, after drinking it he remained standing, but wildly wobbled from side to side, shoving and flailing. This lasted only a few moments however. Intrigued by the sensation, he immediately requested another, and experienced the same effect. Soon, everyone in the tavern was requesting a draught, and was all crazily staggering around the room. Wisely, T'Lrek cut off the bar that night, and retreated with some of the ale to examine it more closely. It seems that under certain conditions, and under judicious application of heat, the ale would ferment into something a bit more than ale. Showing this to his wife, Jacelyn, a DreamWright of some repute, he asked if it could be useful to his focus. Agreeing, Jacelyn helped drain the essence of the ale into a new major art for FateSenders, Stagger.