Leogeon was just minding his own business as he had been preparing various good quality ale and wine, he wasn't sure how the others would see his offerings meant to meant to aid in making lasting allies. As he continued his task unaware of the scene taking place around him and eventually outside there came a sound that filled him with sudden fear. “ENOUGH!!! I HAVE SLANE MANY OF THE SPIDERS THAT PLAGUED THIS INN AND PUT OUT THE FIRES THAT WOULD HAVE BURNED THIS WHOLE TOWN TO THE GROUND! YOU WILL NOT SO MUCH AS BREATHE WRONG IN THIS CHILD'S DIRECTION OR I SWEAR BY THE MIGHT OF HEXTOR I WILL USE YOUR SKULLS AS PISSING CUPS!! DO NOT TEST ME ON THIS!” For once in his life he felt fear, true utter fear at the half-orc's words. In his fear induced state the necromancer stumbled into a vat he could not see in his fear induced state catching a bottom peg making him trip and fall and though he could grab the peg the result wasn't any better as the stopper came loose allowing a barrel of ale to empty its contents all over his robes that were now soaked in ale.<br/><br/>Though it was likely someone could hear Leogeon was finding the situation as rather annoying.