Sleuth gives him a bleary look. A dim bulb.

"Hard to explain," he says. It isn't, really, but he'd never had to explain it before. "Hey! I'll show ya where I chose from. Completely useless table, don't think anyone else even touched it."

He upends his bottle one last time and leaves it empty on the table by the crowbars, then beckons Bariyan to follow him towards the far side of the room.