Ma'am, his eyes are up here. Around all the scars.

It would not surprise Gadriel that the tankard had some malign influence. This whole place was probably contaminated by Chaos.

He could take care of at least that one thing, at least. Hope you didn't have any emotional attachment to that tankard, because the chair leg he was holding made a passably useful club, aiming to shatter the thing into a thousand pieces.

"Heresy always seeks new avenues to corrupt the faithful."