He smiles, licking his lips. "You've never tried a denomic brew, I presume? It would literally knock you off your feet. Probably because it's half spirits, half black magic, but still. Nothing like a little taste of home." He grins, and gestures to the pack on his back. "I brought some with me. If you think you can handle Hades Fury." He reaches in his back and pulls out his travel brewery. The smell coming from the barrel alone is enough to knock over lightheads.