[Which is to say, he has no clue, but he'll bite off the cork and try sniffing after he has it removed. But his first whiff smells like almost sickly sweet herbs, and actually stings his nostrils a little. Not as much as whatever he'd been hit with had, but it still catches him off-guard and makes him snort before he drops the bottle back to the ground.
An amber colored liquor runs out, staining the dirt and grass as he turns away from it and blinks once at Ven, before he settles down and starts counting his coins again.]
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[Which is to say, he has no clue, but he'll bite off the cork and try sniffing after he has it removed. But his first whiff smells like almost sickly sweet herbs, and actually stings his nostrils a little. Not as much as whatever he'd been hit with had, but it still catches him off-guard and makes him snort before he drops the bottle back to the ground.
An amber colored liquor runs out, staining the dirt and grass as he turns away from it and blinks once at Ven, before he settles down and starts counting his coins again.]