RPG on the Portal.

GvozD approached, sketched a map on a piece of paper, because his memory hadn't been great lately. He leaned over to the gnome and, trying not to breathe on him, whispered the recipe for a potent concoction that always got elves high (that's why they were always so cheerful). "Goodbye," GvozD said quickly, then left and went to look for the elf.