Ajax took one of the Chateau Romani mugs he'd been offered and quaffed it in one go. He then it down and repressed the urge to gag. It wasn't particularly strong but it didn't feel like a drink to him. It felt more like medicine. Some kind of super potion of some sort, something worse than that grape-flavored syrup you drink when you really need to feel better, but never for any kind of enjoyment. And, like pretty much every medicine he'd ever had, it tasted horrible. The more effective the medicine the worse the taste, and this must've been some effective medicine because he felt like he'd puked in his mouth a little and the puke had been posessed by disgust demons.

Without a word, he grabbed hold of the other mugs and chugged them down as fast as he could so he'd be done with them as soon as possible, fighting down the awful taste through sheer willpower. Never again. "Hrm...that was...different and not at all what I expected" he grunted as he set down the very last mug. He then eyed the bartender and the document. "Well, I realized I have no money. Weird, I know, I've been away from civilization for a while. Since I'd rather not own anyone anything, you tell me what you want me to do for those drinks and give Green here back the money for mine. I dunno, I can kill something big and nasty if you'd like, or move something big around..."