"I was going to fill my mug and see which way the liquid leaned. Not the greatest divination, but if I have Cayden's attention, it's a way for him to point us in the right direction. As it stands any road will do", Garret said making sure his first two bolts were masterwork. Then pulling his tankard and traveling flask, he poured a small drink. "Regaurdless, let's have a drink, in celebration of being free of that mundane world without holidays...and where we were potentially criminals", suggest the Inquisitor rather happy to be free of that choking existance.<br/><br/>He looks at the alcohol's tipping direction, then takes the first drink of the spirits. He then offers the cup to the three ladies. Perhaps the next time he grows stronger, he'll learn create water, and then never be without a cup of ale, wine, or spirits. Not that he needs the courage, but it felt like his duty to be able to offer the conmfort of liquor, should no tavern be found.