I have about a dozen questions about how a gem of that size is made, and many of them raise alarming possibilities. [viktor says as if that amuses him. massive creatures making them? made from the blood of countless people? not particularly funny, but dark humor is a coping mechanism more than a good time anyway.

and it's interesting, so that helps.

he watches pal move, easing before nodding for them to head to the exit. it's just as crowded as when they came in and he has to wonder if the perpetual night has been a boon for the place. personally he's sick of how skewed his sense of time has become.]

Probably, I am sorry to say. Neither of us have the muscle mass for it and I am getting the idea that drinking isn't something you are accustomed to- thus, lightweight status. [he glances over, making sure they don't get separated in the crowd.] Does the Sixth not have much in the way of liquor?