He lifts the goblet to his lips and drains it before replacing it on the table. "I'll go and find that map for you now, Basileios. I believe it's in my bookshelf in the next room." His eyes flick to the goblet and the half-empty bottle, and he pauses in thought. "I'm sure I need not say this, but the Water of Urud is not for outsiders, even those who are our guests. Please refrain from sampling it while I am gone."
As Matthais moves off through the door, you look at the bottle. Small and insignificant it may be, but it almost seems to be calling out to you.