Lucien downed what was left of his third mug of ale since arriving in this village, slamming the mug down on the thick table and earning a surprising cheer from a nearby group of onlookers.  They hoisted a small barrel and started to make their way over, until the cleric held his hand out as a signal for stopping the advance.  [color=goldenrod][b]"Sorry, friends.  I've to be off now.  Any other day and I would accept that challenge, but the last time I was drunk on a horse, I woke up upside down in the saddle with my head in a bush."[/b][/color]  He laughed heartily, recalling that ridiculous scenario and what led up to that event.

	[b]"Take it anyhow, you'll need it more than us."[/b]  The group of villagers seemed to be an astonishingly stoic bunch, and appeared to know the travelers would need the drink more than themselves, as one would be running for help, and the other would need a clear head to fight literal demons.

	Jakorian thought for a brief moment, then ran outside to his horse and removed a rope from one of the saddlebags.  [color=goldenrod][b]"I gladly accept your offer.  If you need anything, make sure the Templars hear of it.  I'll make sure Candeniere is at your side when you need him most."[/b][/color]  As the keg was laid on a second table, the cleric set to tying an intricate system of knots around the vat, then soon hoisted it onto his back.

	[b]"Make good use of it, Knight Jakorian."[/b]

	[color=goldenrod][b]"Will do, sir."[/b][/color]  He made his way out and mounted his steed, adjusting his currently useless crossbow to fit around the hogshead he was carrying.