Whatever happened to wanting to work for your marks?

[He slides her a glass of beer, then starts sipping at his Number Nine, himself. It's as delicious as always, and brings back memories of Sharlayan. Fitting, for a moment like this.]

Let go of the swords a moment. You've met all manner of people here, from all different places and circumstances and walks of life. Nothing they've shown you or taught you has caught your fancy?