Dranik strode across the floor to the bar. As he sat down at a stool that was just small enough for him to get on and just tall enough for him to see over the counter, he noticed that the strange man was greeting someone else. Just as he looked back to his empty mug, the man in the suit showed up behind the counter again. "What can I get you?" he asked. The dwarf, as per his usual manner in taverns, began his normal rant with the 'bartender'. "Well, I was thinking of try one of each of your finest ales and meads, and-" He was cut off by the sound of clanking, and there sat some twenty odd mugs, each full of a different ale or mead. Dranik sat, stunned. Normally, bartenders waved him off and he ordered a normal mead; he'd never actually gotten it all. "There was something else you wanted?" Dranik shook his head and counted out the money to pay for the drinks, all the while staring open-mouthed at the mugs.