Barric nodded solemnly. "Aye, well I certainly thank ye, for yer help there, sir. Bad at it was, it could've been much worse were it not for you and yer companions." In response to Vlad's request for another drink, he responded "Of course, sir. And since you did make sure it t'were not, as I said, much worse, it'll be on me. Same goes for any of the others, should they be inclined to pay us a visit as well."

It was at this point that Mark, Verdan, and Milo entered. "Speakin' o' which!" he said enthusiastically as they arrived. "Welcome, noble sirs! What can I get you?" Barric asked while sliding another glass of whiskey towards Vlad with a grin. He listened to the requests, paling somewhat when he heard Milo's, though he did catch the coin. He clearly took a moment to think carefully, before deciding to stick to his word. "This is yours, sir," he said, throwing the coin back "on the house! Though I must say, that's a lot of ale. Four- no, five gallons. Are ye sure?" He seemed to be regretting his promise of serving the heroes for free. Though he was grateful, very much so, he was worried that this would be very expensive.

Regardless, if Milo were to reaffirm that he did want five gallons of ale, then five gallons of ale would be served. If Milo were to change his order based on the new information about the inn's prices then that, too, would be served.

In the meantime, Barric was serving Verdan. "Strong[i]est[/i]? Vodka it is, then. And ravens eat meat, right? I can bring ye some dried meat, if that's 'is fancy, but I honestly cannot say I've ever served a raven before."