You take a sip and gag. This wine is awful!
The Elf is looking on expectantly and you must not insult him,
so you take another sip, grimacing as the liquid goes down.
You thank him very much but explain quickly that you must be getting back.
You head for the far end of the room but your stomach will take the horrid taste no longer.
You are violently ill on the way out with your nausea.