Zegeruss' head pulled back as he finnished his chug of Brew. 'Sweet elune, this stuff is strong...' he thought. But along with the instant tipsiness, he felt nothing different...  "My beverages only work if their drinker truly wants something" the man said... He gace a light chuckle, thinking 'i honestly fell for a good salespitch..' as they all continued the current conversation, Zegeruss couldnt let go of the fact that there was something mystic about the brew... As much as he denied it, there was a feeling he just couldn't shake.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>