Celtic Cross laughed and shook his head at the question of Horseshoe Salespony- he'd heard some wild guesses before, but for some reason that one had caught him off-guard. "None of the above... I'm off doing a bit of a research project of sorts." Seeing the bartender fill the mug, the green stallion took out his bag of bits. "Let's get business doe with, first... how much do I owe you?"