It is the party of the year, and all your worst enemies have been invited. You have brought along a bottle of poison to help spice the evening up. Funny, so did all the other guests. With all the witty banter and bumbling of the staff, you have lost track of which glasses of wine were poisoned. The only thing certain is that someone is going to die, and the survivors will have a good laugh. It’s all in good fun, so long as you have the last one. So, propose a toast, and drink as if there were no tomorrow, because, for you, tomorrow may never come. The pellet with the poison is in the flagon with the dragon, the vessel with the pestle has the brew that is true.