One of the many barmaids at the tavern had been working her way through one bottle to the next during the dead hours of the wee morning. She seemed to be applying a small sealant to the lips of the various liquors, to better hold their corks in, one would assume. She seemed to be enjoying her work, smiling and humming softly. Such a trusthworthy thing.
Unfortunately, depending on which bottle many of the patrons partake of in the near future, they find themselves slightly more open to suggestions offered to them, particularly in regards to sampling new things. The liquor from these bottles will also prove to be considerably more addictive than its neighbors.