Then Czar enters, trailing a lot of dust behind him in his cloak.
Handing it to the maid at the door he says: "I'll have that pressed and starched in the morning if you please."
Striding towards the bar- stepping over Anarcharnate- staying out of Verrics personal drinkspace and orbiting Wo2's astronomically sized mug once or twice he homes in on AcidK.
"Let's see if you remember my usual..."
