That is what I was hoping to hear. I'd half expected the people here to push together some dilapidated way to forget themselves.

[ Malkus noted her avoidance of his face, and quite frankly it bothered him. It's not as though she hadn't seen his mask before! In fact she's seen it a number of times! At least... twice! His eyebrows pinched together with that slight bruise to his feelings, but he persisted. This frustration was still nothing compared to the reflection's pain. ]

Well. If you are ever... Well. I'm sure in many cultures, partaking in a drink is an acceptable way of keeping one's wits together. So I shall extend an invitation.

[ The atmosphere's mood was still in an icy state. Malkus felt fresh tears drying into streaks on his cheeks. Honestly, Malkus didn't drink much himself! But the faded image of travelers and merchants drowning their problems, before the plague, was present in his mind. He never had the opportunity on his homeworld.

Still, he expected her to decline. The birdman wanted to at least leave her with the option. ]

I mean I will go regardless, to see if they carry anything of use to my potions.