[Well wouldn't you look at that? It was a miniature Darkleer. Though moister than she remembered her moirail being. This wasn't so bad, as long as he did not begin to whine about what a terrible failure he was or anything.]

The very same. It is good to see that my fame has exceeded me in even such a distant place.

[She tossed off her boots into a corner and casually made herself comfortable.]

Before we begin this chatter I have two questions. One, who do I have the pleasure of meeting? And two, where in this forsaken shit hole can a lady find some nice and proper inebriation?