Mike
It seemed as if by divine intervention alone that as Alcuin's mind was plagued by whispers ethereal and his body was overcome with shivers that made his teeth rattle- the door to the tavern was thrown open.

"***NEXT ROUNDS ON ME!!***" A voice cried out as multiple unarmed soldiers piled in, led by a figure in white and gold armor that seemed to glow with an aura of some unknown power. Cheers sounded all around the tavern at the deceleration of a free round of drinks, the music became livelier and folks began to dance- it seemed almost picturesque for the time. Pride, demigod of war and Magister Militum of the Empire, laughed loudest of all as he grabbed two drinks- chugging one within moments before setting the other down infront of Alcuin with a thud.

"***Don't look so sour friend, drink with us, drown out your worries for a time.***" A large smile, simple and almost childish in nature crossed the already flushed face of the white lion of the Empire, his aura seeming to actually make an effect on Alcuin- a strange effect that seemed to instill courage, vigor, happiness and peace of mind- like the calming effects of the suns golden rays itself the demigod of war was pouring outwards his aura to better help the man who seems down on their luck.
Donna
Alcuin nearly jumped out of his skin at the crowd pouring into the tavern and the bright but booming voice that followed. His golden brown eyes clocked them all entering, getting their drinks, and it was dawning on him with mild horror that the biggest, shiniest one of them was coming right up to him. He was about to mutter something about watering plants and leave when he suddenly felt... Nothing. Not nothing in a bad way, but more like emptiness after feeling too full. He hadn't felt so *Light* In over a month. He looked up at the man with big round eyes, almost like a tiny baby looks at their mother, full of adoration. He also hadn't seen someone quite so attractive in a long while, but then again, he also didn't pay a lot of attention; he still quickly looked away, grabbing the mug and downing it all in one go, some part of his brain aware he *Should* Feel nervous even though he *Didn't*. 

After two beers, his tan skin was looking a little flushed too. But he was certainly beyond elated that the only noise to deal with was that around him, and the beer wasn't the only thing leaving him feeling intoxcated. The crowd, the clamor, this bold stranger, were all making him feel more alive than... Maybe he had ever felt. For the first time in a while, he was able to flash his warm smile genuinely, **"I think I will! Though I'm not much at the drinking, and I don't want to pass out here."** He laughed at the thought, a vision for once that was pleasant and not from some unknown entity, just his imagination. **"But I can't spend too much on drink!!"** He shook his head vigorously, also waggling a finger at the man, clearly already drunk. **"I'm getting ready to travel, and I'll need every penny."** Speaking of which, he was feeling worlds better about leaving in this moment. What a great idea! What could possibly go wrong?
Elsie
If the demigod's aura hadn't pushed it all down so quickly, he might have recognized something familiar, reminiscent of an old friend, lurking deep behind Alcuin's eyes.