I found them! I FOUND THEM! Sanguine's Gifts to us. Oh, I must record this before my mind wanders.

A friend once traveled from the north, neither mer nor scaled one, who kept a bottle tucked away in their home. I wonder, do they still indulge?

Ah, and how could I forget the revelry in our master's realm? I recall a merrymaker losing a bottle somewhere in the misty woods.

But wait! Of course! The old manor, steeped in Elven heritage. Lost within that labyrinthine garden, we drank among the lingering spirits.

And last, but certainly not least, we concealed one within the fair itself! Amid the towering stacks of barrels, hidden in plain sight. Not a soul suspects a thing!