A travelling priest once landed in Breshaun with many a bottle of wine.
It has been said by those in the settlement that he drank every drop from a silver chalice.
After a very fiery and aggressive sermon, the priest collapsed and did not rise, assumed dead from excessive drinking.
The silver chalice has been memorialised with a small shrine.
"To the priest!" a bluecoats says as he has himself a bottle of wine.