He doesn't waste much time to start and look all over his room, lifting some empty bottles, pieces of clothing and weapons, a pair of female panties or two flies across the room as he continues his search. Finally he stops and curses out. "Shit, son of a-..." He lifts up what would seem to be a fancy looking, crystal bottle of bourbon, yet there doesn't seem to be a drop left of actual alcohol in it. "Must have drank it last night, ehh." Rayland moves back towards Anara, with somewhat disappointed face expression across his face, as he gazes at the blood elf girl. "Well, if not that, perhaps we can try to get that nasty whiskey taste out of your mouth other way, hmm."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>