Bahorel laughs again. "And you ask if you are a violent man. --What has you more concerned than your own nose?"

He takes a swig from the same bottle and has much the same reaction. "Is this fermented mushrooms?!?" He splutters his way through the worst of the taste. "Don't ask me, but you might blame me; I ask Madame Bar for something different every time, it's bound to be something off once in a while." That said, he takes another swig, while finding a different bottle for Lesgle, something with a slight scent of oranges under a spike like whiskey. "Here--this one's not bad."

He takes another drink from the maybe-mushroom wine. It's growing on him.