Brother Pelegon nods sagely before taking another big sip of his drink. He has no inclination that the suggested locations are not where they are meant to be, but the aasimar decides he will see if his angelic guide will say otherwise during his dreams tonight.
He takes a look at his drink with some regret. He'll have to be at least somewhat sober to be able to dream, and that means rationing this last one.
"Hey Anna," the monk says with a smile, "You remember this stuff, right? Want to share a jug with me and these people?"