They didn't have to travel very far to discover the flask of wine. In fact, there were planety of them: Rounding a corner, and nestled into the eastern wall was a brightly lit sign above a shiny doorway. They read the sign but all were confused by the unknown wording: "Tesco Metro". Nevertheless, they pushed open the door and went in.
Stamm uncannily found his way straight to the wine shelves, while most of the rest of the team discovered the delights of the chilled cabinets. Stamm perused the shelves and eventually found what they had been looking for: Anaias Cabernet Sauvignon (Organic, SAR) and collected it, along with some kegs of ale and they all made their way to the check-out. Between the rest of them, they had filled a trolley with all manner of treats, though it mostly seemed to contain cheese, fabric conditioner and a large supply of toothpaste.
The surly Trolin at the checkout tapped some strange stones and a magical display appeared. "8 silver coins please". Syra handed over the money begrudgingly. "Bloody rip off!" Chani sighed, "Yeah, I know but what can we do? This is the only store for miles, so they can charge what they like."
Once outside, Stamm (unable to contain his alcohol lust any further), stuck a dagger in the cork of the Shiraz, popped it out and downed the entire bottle in one long swig, burping disgustingly and prompty falling over. He half-heartedly passed the empty bottle to Gothmog. "Oi, sssslitty eyesh, here's yer flassshhhk."
Gothomog was overjoyed though rather confused. "Didn't we need the Sar wine to help us get a flask?" He shook his head. "Whatever!" His earlier melancholy was wiped away and he sped off back to the fountain so that he could finally take a swig of the cool water.
Sadly, due to all the party's farting about, by the time Gothmog reached the fountain, it had dried up. The lion's head of the fountain mocked him. Literally. It looked at him and laughed: "Tough tits, ghost boy!", then stuck out it's tongue. Filled with rage, Gothmog smashed the fountain with his tough weapon and dejectedly rejoined the party who by now had consumed all the kegs and were extremely intoxicated. All except Mophus who was laughing happily to himself, surrounded by empty boxes of toothpaste, and minty froth spewing from between his teeth (or the remains of them).
Let's give our courageous party some time to recover, then join them once they re-start their quest. Go to 28.