Like Vane, Eldarin made his way to the nearest wall and removed a bottle of the ichor and downed it, this time not worrying about however it might taste. He immediately gave a sigh of relief as it began to take effect and remained against the wall breathing heavily. That did not go according to plan. He'd gotten overconfident. Eldarin could imagine him stepping into the room by himself and being encircled and killed by the three knights, if not for Vane he very well could've died here.