Peter took out the coin purse he'd been given and figured he might as well make himself at home for the time being. He set it on the counter before hopping over and perusing the selection of bottles. Likely unable to read the labels on them, he simply uncorked one after another until he found one that smelled enough like wine or beer from his homeland and took a few greedy drinks. Having decided he found the drink for him, the hunter brought it back around the bar and found a place to sit while he waited for someone to accept payment.