I shall, I promise.

[ It's good mead too; Ma Chaika definitely knows her stuff. Just the right blend of sweet and burning. After she's had her drink, he takes one himself. Letting that cozy warmth settle in his own stomach as well. Given the topic of conversation, he will need it ... ]

Ah. That's no surprise, I suppose. Piotr is committing the sin of allowing miscreants like ourselves to join.