You find Grace Neill's pub, which incidentally is the oldest pub in Ireland as you walk in a chill runs through your body, the hairs on the back of your neck rise. Suddenly a pale lady dressed in costume appears.

"You'll be the friends of Commander J, am I right? She said you were a handsome looking lot"

The woman peers closely at you all.

"Hmm I'm not too sure about that! But come on in, I've prepared a table for you, just sit yourself down there and I'll be getting you some refreshments"

You sit down only to find the table covered with beer mats, you take a closer look at them...