[Instinctively a hand comes up to halt Jason’s attention to his tie, but it’s too late — the knot goes loose, and soon the tie itself is undone and rests quietly across his shoulders. Failed in his attempt to save it, Markus swats the other’s hand away in a friendly yet shooing kind of manner.]

They ask for private rooms, sometimes, whenever they visit in droves. I play for them, and I keep listen for what might pertain to us — the fire, the monster carcasses, whatever else pings my interest.

[Unfortunately, with a shove of hands into pockets—]

Nothing promising yet, though. Something’ll give eventually, I hope.