"That's a bingo, it's a elderflower liqueur." Nemo confirmed. "But the former I know much more about, I used to make it myself and save it in mason jars for later. Aromatic and relaxing." Nemo had been looking back to see the rest of the group arrive, but eventually grew bored and turned to Raiya.
"I used to know a talent that drank it obsessively. Kept it in a metal flask in his breast pocket right here." Nemo said as he patted his chest. "Elderflower cordial is a victorian drink, and he was... old fashioned, up-tight, prissy even." He explained. "Going hand in hand, he also had a very large ego, incredibly overconfident. He claimed that there wasn't a person in the world who could beat him in a duel, and fought anybody in a duel to the death on his estate that was willing to risk it. Often ridiculing them into accepting."
"Eventually at one of his parties a poor girl bursts in and confronts the talent. She says that the man killed her father in one of his duels, and vows that she will get her revenge. The talent sees the duel as a waste of time, and sets the date a week away, expecting her to come to her senses by then and not show up. But sure enough, the girl does."
"Everybody at the party expected it to be a landslide, but instead, in front of a crowd of hundreds of people, they watch the duelist meet his end bleeding out on the floor after getting stabbed in the neck by the girl." Nemo explained. "Turns out somebody had laced his elderflower plants with a new special ingredient days before. In the end, what is skill worth if you can't tell you've been drinking poison for the past few days?" He finished with a somewhat pleased expression on his face.