Kor finally gave in and took a drink after catching wind of Korono. He had to find another extreme to counter her, and it was the only thing he could do to stop himself from getting too aroused. No smell in the inn got past his nose. He snorted lightly before pulling out a bottle of his strongest wine. It had aged for centuries and was mixed with not only his blood, but the blood of a real dragon as well. He opened the bottled and gasped, the aroma filling his nostrils. It was a rare time for him to pull out that bottle. He poured a glass and sipped it slowly, cringing at it's intensity.<br/><br/>Even Keria stopped and looked back at the scent. She had never drunk that particular vintage and was less than willing to try. It was called Dragon's End for a reason after all. She wondered what would make him even try to use that. however she didn't think on it too much, and returned to primping and preening, preparing for the ball.<br/><br/>Kor smiled and walked outside into the open air. He took a deep breath then sighed, walking through the maze to the hidden stairs. It was time to finish up what had started long ago. He poured the bottle of wine onto the roots of the ambrosia, smiling as it soaked up every drop. The entire tree began to glow with dark energy as the liquid made its way to the single fruit. Kor nodded lightly as he returned to the top of the stairs, finishing his glass of wine. The ambrosia was ripe for the picking now. Korono was safe from its effects.