Crafty Measures

 "This is Southern Island Ice Beer. Because a special type of ice has been added, it is kept cold all the time. I believe you can buy it in the Dawn Highlands," Lord Metz Drakrep said as he took a sip of the first glass of alcohol, then asked confidently, "Am I right, Elf?"

 "Yes indeed, your knowledge is astonishing," Lu Li praised, only able to nod.

He could guess this first glass of alcohol without a moment's hesitation. Lord Metz Drakrep not only knew its name and characteristics, but also its place of production.

 "Were we planning on winning him and then have him point out the passage?" Tirion Fordring quietly asked Lu Li.

 "Yep," Lu Li answered. "As long as we win, Lord Metz Drakrep will do as we say. He's a Dwarf that really enjoys betting, and as long as the thing being bet on is worthwhile, he will keep to his word."

 "What are the chances?"

Tirion Fordring poured a glass too, but he couldn't determine what type of alcohol it was.