"Ohhh, I see. And what reasons do you think those are?" He tilts his head. "Just non-specific naughtiness?"

"Alcohol? Sure if you want to be disoriented. I think the kitchen's that way." He points down the hall. "At least someone is making noise with pots and pans. But I think I've found something a little closer to home."

Does hell have a mini-bar? If so Styx holds up a tiny bottle of rum he's taken. "Take it, but maybe in return if you see some bottles with Amber inside you could pick them up for me...that's glowing yellow stuff to you, since you don't seem to recognize anything."