[One moment please, Palamedes has to take a second to imagine Viktor sitting in a rowdy bar full of almost-nudity and loads-o-violence, which is momentarily just funny enough to get him to smirk over the rim of his glass, as he raises it for another sip.

Well, it's Blue, for sure. He's already working on ill-advised blood loss and being mostly gray cloaks by mass, so - who knows if he'll even feel it when the liquor starts to kick in, or if it will hit him all at once and he'll fall over. Time to find out.]

Good — I don't think they'd give me my stone back for the drinks. It was more hectic at new year's— in The Red, that big place we passed. I'd credit the holiday for that, though. What else do they do for fun, in the undercity?