Al follows quietly behind Vernasus, lost in thought. This temple was quite interesting indeed. The strongest drink he'd ever tasted, followed quickly by multiple demon incursions. He would definitely have to be on his toes. What use would he be to this place if he was felled within a day? Entering the hall and sitting a few seats away from the imposing man, Al stares fixedly at his mug. It would be rude to refuse...tentatively, he takes a sip. Relief floods through his body with the taste of normal wine. He would definitely be avoiding the 'sake' from now on.