Eyefang does, indeed, press the bowl to your lips and begin to pour... but he also uses his free hand to pinch your nose shut, further compelling you to drink the liquid rather than attempting to hold it in your mouth. Also, you notice that he doesn't seem to concerned with the streams of liquid that spill down your chin and throat.<br/><br/>As the thick liquid pours down your throat, you realize why it seemed so familiar... it smells and tastes of a woman's sex, laden with fertility. It even feels warm against your skin and tongue, as if the product of a fresh release.<br/><br/>"Tartuk is the one who has promised Razormane a dragon bone spear, and a potion of dragon's fire with which to conquer all other tribes." The cleric snorts, his tongue flicking over his snout in agitation. "Perhaps I shall leash you and take you to see him, as if you were one of your commonfolk dogs..."<br/><br/>Once he feels you have drunk sufficiently, he pours the rest of the liquid over your body, and then tosses the bowl aside.<br/><br/>"Since I am sure you are curious, that was nectar from Lamashtu herself..." The gnoll licks his lips, and breathes deeply. You can see the bulge beginning to form beneath his trousers again. "It has no effect on commonfolk like yourself... but the Mother's children will sense it, and will be drawn to the fertility of it..."<br/><br/>He laughs again, and turns to walk out the door.<br/><br/>"Just a fair warning, should you manage to escape..."