The barmaid brought over the drink and the cap wearing fellow took a long drink, sighing happily as he set it back down, his familiar smirk returning to his lips shortly afterward.
"Let's do introductions first. Name's Curtis. Traveller, cartographer by trade, drinker of good mead." He jested, briefly flipping his cap off in a gesture of greeting. "First thing I can tell you is, that chalice was destroyed a long time ago. But that ichor, still very much exists. From what i've heard, that black ichor is flowing through the river of the kingdom itself. Nasty stuff to have going around, I assure you." He took another sip, letting the information sink in. "Now, one bit of information deserves another. So why're you looking into the kingdom of the gods? Do you plan on going there?"