Whilst Hank was dwelling on the carbon dioxide bubbles floating in his beer, he heard a loud BANG followed by a gust of cool night air. As he turned to see what caused the disturbance, a large barrel of a man shouldered through the crowd and rudely knocked Hank from his stool. In his haste to keep himself upright, he dropped the bag of frozen peas which upon hitting the floor burst open sending peas scattering everywhere. Unable to stay upright Hank falls and smacks his head on the corner of the bar.

At the same moment all of this is going on, Luke was standing up to go make water in the outhouse. As he stood, his feet slipped on the scattered peas, sending him sprawling backwards away from the bar. As Luke was scrambling for purchase he knocked the box out from under Dave’s feet mere moments before knocking his head on a chair.

Dave, who was leaning back in his chair, with his feet resting on the box from the apothecary, watched all this transpire with some amusement until the box was knocked out from under his feet, scattering the contents, causing him to tumble backwards out of his chair, beer sailing through the air as his head connected solidly with the floor.

As our three heroes lay sprawled on the floor, unconscious, they each had the same vision.. At first, there was a bright warm light, that flashed an image of a beautiful golden field of grain swaying in a lazy breeze. From this field walks the most amazingly beautiful woman any has ever laid eyes on, for she is none other than Latis, the Celtic goddess of ale and mead. As she stands there, her melodic voice fills their heads saying “You three are destined to bring great joy to this dismal land. The journey shall be full of hardships and obstacles, but one day, you shall craft the greatest brews this land has ever tasted! Kings and common folks alike shall toast one another in memory of the great things you three will create!” As the vision started to fade, the goddess said “these things shall come to pass, but for now you must wake up.”

“Wake up, WAKE UP” the bartender shouted from behind the bar, “I’ll not have louts like you sleeping on my floor without paying for the space!” As the three were roughly brought back into the world of the conscious, they each sat up and stared at one another, confusion apparent on their faces….

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