OOC: Really sorry about the delay, problems with computer and I really don't like these new boards yet. Anyway to buisness.
You have walked out of town on the westernly road. The sun rises behind you and the mood is rather light, after all your picking up alcohol how hard could the job be. The road is flat and well traveled often forcing you to step off the path briefly so that horses may clomp by. The first hour or so passes by uneventfully, and you begin to fear that this whole trip may be the same. A small patch of woodlands ahead offers some shade for a portion of the walk, but as you approach it you see someone waiting at the edge. "Well well, if it isn't the barmonkeys peasents, off to fetch their faitthful supplier a few drinks. Well now that just won't do at all. My names Bellows, I run a tavern as well, and I think that you may be drinking from the wrong tender." The man speaking sits atop a horse and is only slightly better dressed than your common peasent. At the woodlands edge you see a couple burly guys leaning up against a tree passing a flask between them. "So my fair people what say you go fetch that order but on the way back return it to me."