Aged to Perfection

Greetings, young one. I am Roko. I trade in specialty goods and exotic wares. <Roko pulls a small wooden cask from beneath his shell.> This bourbon is one hundred years old. I know, because I bought it one hundred years ago. A man in Freehold is prepared to trade me a rare scroll for this, but alas I am barred from entering. It seems this town is not so "free" anymore. If you can get in, perhaps you could make the trade on my behalf? I would be in your debt.