Once upon a time in feudal Europe there lived the lowliest of the low, the Peasant. This Peasant was a special man, however, and sought to climb the ranks of the caste. He tended his fields and cleaned the horses so well that the knight under whom he worked made this young man his Squire. Once a Squire, he honed his skills by training and learning hand-to-hand combat, to where he was Knighted and set to serve under a Lord. The Lord put him into battle and after every victory had been won and every honor placed upon this young hero, under order of the king the man became a Lord. Now in those days there would be great feasting and merriment and partying by anyone in royalty, and this new Lord was now among them. There was great dance and festivity, and everyone was jolly. After so much dancing, the young Lord decided he needed to take a drink, and looked toward the three large casks of brew prepared special for this event. The first cask, one of beer, had an impressive line of royals behind it in thirst of some brew. The second, of honey mead, had an even longer line. The third barrel was filled with a festive punch, and the young Lord marveled to himself, because there was no punch line.