"True, no staff." He ponders. "They want to make us suffer, but they could have just tossed us in some dungeon if they wanted that. I've never even seen lodgings this fancy. Could be a cult. Cults usually don't make sense."

He gets to his feet, though honestly he's not much taller than sitting down.

"Wodac? It wouldn't be a glowing yellow liquid, would it? You wouldn't have some on you? Because I know I sure as hell wasn't drunk before I got here."