"The way things have been going, that's probably where they sealed the eternal soul of the Evil Grape Demon in days of yore... And Dangles, if you're still recovering from the poison, not to mention whatever this thing sucked out of you," he shakes the darkmantle's corpse emphatically, hoping as a last-second afterthought that nothing gets shaken out, "then maybe you should skip the checking out part, and wait up with Norynth and, I don't know, someone else who isn't me. Then, if it is wine and not some terrible beast that eats gods, I promise will come up and get you before we've drank it all. And then you can get your rest down there, nice and safe in the arms of sweet sweet inebriation..."