The crypt was much larger inside than it appeared outside, going down a few levels from the small mound shown at the surface. And the deeper they went, the colder it got, until Dao paused at the dead end of a series of catacombs where he brushed back a sticky cobweb and moved to dig through a pile of bones behind it.
With success, he pulled back a half filled jar and gave it a shake.
"Still there," he told her, eyes shining in the dark. He unscrewed the lid and took a whiff, before it made him cough, and then laugh.
"Strong as poison." He took a swig, nearly choking on it, before handing it off to her. "Give that a try, blood sucker."