He shrugs. "It's probably gonna take a while anyway. I'd like a shake." And he starts to lead the motley procession toward the bar. "Frisket!" Frisket, who has wandered a little distance off in search of new and interesting people to growl at, barks and comes to heel.

As he walks, he talks: "You remember about the war? Daemon? Well, it got going for real."