[He refuses to wear that thing in public.]

Are they? Well, I guess that explains why everyone gets roaring drunk out in Flotsam every time we come back from a successful liberation mission.

I think I like your celebrations better.

[Not as loud, and full of good food. He picks a few bones out of the next bite of fish, brow arching as Shu vanishes briefly.]

Whaaat is it?

[He is resisting the urge to poke at one because that'd probably be rude.]