Ferrin looked around the room, but it didn't matter where his attention was turned. He was completely lost. The only thing he could assume was that he needed some kind of key to open the lock in the fireplace. But he didn't have the first clue as to how to proceed from here. He crossed his arms, foot tapping on the floor. Eloween and Arma would be able to practically see the steam rising from his head as his brain wracked itself for any kind of solution....

However, after a few moments, something brought him out of his stupor. He looked up at Arma's words, watching him approach the drinks on the table. "You're kidding, right?" he muttered. "That's obviously-wait, what the hell're you doing!?" Ferrin would walk up to the Bori, watching him simply drink out of the cup. He was tempted to raise his hand and try to smack it out of his claws completely, but...well, he had to admit that the Bori had a bit of a track record so far. He was one for one on stupid decisions resulting in solutions. Maybe he could get lucky a second time...? "If it might be poison, why're you just drinking it like that?"