He watches the ritual. It's so different from whiskey. Far more art to it than just pouring a glass of his chosen poison. He takes the glass once it's pushed towards him and nodded. "It does indeed. Fairies that twist the mind and show truths hidden and dragons that horde away treasures that once were lost." He takes a drink and gets hit with that licorice flavor. "We've encountered both, I think. But one more prevalent than the other."

Why choose this man to speak to about things he's starting to question? Perhaps because this man was older and seemed a little wiser. He might offer an insight he hasn't had before, simply from experience.