Tor once again flips through a hidden book, "You'll be in room 23, second floor."
Tor looks between the three party members, Wayrick having just stumbled out of the back room beneath the weight of his hero sandwich. "You three just got your first job then, eh? Here, have a drink on the house."
Tor pulls a bottle from a stone box, built like a safe. Cold steam rises from the frosty bottle as he pops the cork out. He pours the violet liquid into three small crystal cups, arranging them on the bar in front of the soon to be friends, hopefully.
"Toss it down, it will put some hair on your chin."
[sblock=Check]Roll some fortitude checks, just d20 plus fortitude bonus. Just use the enworld roller, easier for all of us.[/sblock]