"Well, well, well," drawls some Westfall hick – though how many of those could there be in the Nexus? Too many. "Look what the nightsaber dragged in..."

Smug (and drunk) as can be Harrowheart invites himself to put an arm around Forty's shoulder. He smiles down at her in a mostly-benevolent, teasing way and says, "Haven't seen you since you melted my face off. I was kinda hopin' you got splattered by an infernal, but then you gotta show up here lookin' lovely as ever."