Janius curled his lip, glancing away for a moment. He supposed he could spell it out for Kaleeth, even after showing her the end result. He opened his mouth with a tsk and breathed in. "Much the same as yesterday. A few hours of euphoria, then a period of coming down that can make you feel ill or irritable, and then..." Janius shook his head, "...then you get the desire to do it again, the process repeats. However, if you have enough, the regular amount doesn't work quite as well, so you take more at a time. The euphoria increases, you feel more ill, the desire to have more afterwards increases. Before long, you are taking up more and more time for moon sugar." Janius turned to one side, taking a step and moving one hand in a circular motion. "You have more, your desire increases, you spend more gold, you spend more time, you get more ill, but it still does less and less, so what happens?" Janius turned to Kaleeth again, his calm tone fading again. He gesticulated with each line, conducting his explanation with fervor, "You can't take more moon sugar at once, so you search for something more powerful. That's when your dealer gives you skooma. At this point, you cannot escape, even if you were a responsible person before, because your addiction is so powerful. You [i]crave[/i] more, you [i]need[/i] more. You find yourself having to maintain the euphoria for as long as possible because coming down from it makes you feel so ill and violent that you have to escape. You wake up, you take more, you take more until you fall asleep the night after! All of your time is spent in a den like this one. You have to steal or hurt others to get gold because you cannot be trusted to work. Eventually you don't even eat because you're so addicted. You die in the most drawn out, tragic way imaginable because you give up everything else, one by one. That is what those people inside were; addicts. They could all have been the most level, kind hearted, trustworthy people beforehand. They are husks now."

Janius realised his emotional investment at this point and lowered his eyes and his hands. He calmed himself enough to lower his voice, "Perhaps I panicked when I heard you talking of the wine so enthusiastically." He sighed deeply, "I trust you, Kaleeth, but I trusted the friends who I lost as well."