The Drifter squints at you suspiciously. "Ceremonial wine?" he asks through a mouthful of chocolate. "The only thing I got like that around here is this old bottle of engine cleaner."

He rummages on a nearby shelf for a cloudy bottle of thick liquid. He examines it more closely, rubbing dust off the side with his thumb, revealing Cabal language hidden under the grime.

"Well, I'll be damned." He holds the bottle up to the light. "Is it supposed to be all chunky like this?"

Drifter shrugs and hands you the bottle. "All yours, kid," Drifter grins. "Just make sure to mention to Zavala how gracious I was." He winks, then laughs to himself.

"Y'know, I was just tellin' Tess and Eva at mahjong last week, 'This Dawning, I want Zavala to owe me a favor.' And would you look at this!"

He breaks into a wide, reptilian smile.

"It's a Dawning miracle."