The Paladin taps the bar, looking for a bit of something to drink. Ale? Ale sounds good. And steak, something nice and juicy. He ends up near the halfling, and chuckles a bit. Maybe when he's got the trail dust out of his throat.<br/><br/>"<strong>Ale and Meat barkeep, if you would be so kind.</strong>" he smiles, spotting the other holy man out of the corner of his eye. Well, respected competition? Could be fun in an entirely different way.