[He takes the glass, spending a second glancing everywhere except at its contents, and seems to hesitate before ultimately reaching a decision in favor of the inevitable. A second later, he's drinking, from the opposite side of the glass as Rohan's been using.]

Maybe he doesn't know.

[He closes his eyes, still not looking at the glass.]

I'm going to talk to him. I have a feeling he'll tell me what he does know, if I ask him the right way.