Pan squeezed his way through the crevice, the alchemy jug held securely in his arms. Everyone else was looting the Driders and Drow they’d just killed. All he wanted to do was figure out how to empty the jug.

Ever since they’d found the jug, he’d waited to try it out. It was one thing to hear about what it could do; it was another to actually experience it.

“Beer,” he whispered.

The sloshing inside changed tone. Uncorking one of the spouts, the aroma of hops wafted out. “Oh, my,” he said. Lifting the jug to his lips, he took a sip.

And then started to gulp.

Two hours later, with the jug empty at last, he put the stopper into the spout. The small room spun enough that he thought twice about standing up. But, damn that was good beer!

“Yip! Yip! Yip!”

Pan squinted, barely making out the shimmering form of Sparkles. The small dog wormed its way through the crevice. It sniffed the air, then took a step back.

“Yip! Yip! Yip!”

Through his drunken stupor, Pan caught sight of Caelynn on the other side of the fissure. “He’s in here.”