Bright felt that this brew had a slight reminiscent to some dwarven brew he had once drunk before. Thinking it would taste even better with one of his potions in it, he pulled out a small green vial from his belt, then slipped it just as he was about to pour it into the mug. It landed on the floor, the glass cracked and a small puddle the size of a finger began eating away at the floorboards until there was only a hole.<br/><br/>The hobby alchemist saw this, whistled innocently and quietly scooted the barstool over the hole so none would see it. Deciding that adding potions to ones drink was a waste of potions, he began scanning the room to see if there were any females approriate for a little sweettalk.