The Last Room of the 1st Level      

They collectively agreed to auction the Enchanted Tablecloth and other acquired items, splitting the proceeds among the group. 

The Chalice, however, found its new owner in Rever, as he was most likely to benefit from its unusual powers.

Despite the practical advantages of the Chalice, Rever soon found himself unwittingly becoming the center of amusement when his facial hair grew noticeably thicker with each indulgence. 

His newfound beard, while unexpected, became a source of laughter among the group.

"Is there no end to this place?" Rever muttered, frustration etched on his face as he gulped down another potion, whisking away the remnants of the drink lingering on his lips. "All the potions I bought from the tavern have been consumed now."

"Patience, Red Dragon," Victor chided him, his voice calm. "We're about to enter the last room."

"Finally!" Rever huffed, exhaling sharply. "It's about time."