[The Blue Light was rather nice. Full of booze at any rate. And Howl found that conjuring currency was frighteningly easy in this place, like no one's set up any safe guards against it at all. Now he's several beers deep and in danger of breaking into Sosban Fach any moment. He does always get rather sentimental when he's been drinking. He leans against the wall in the hallway, trying his hardest to make everything stop being so wibbly and gives Peter a firm look.]
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What exactly are we doing here again?