Zadkiel gives Myriana a sideways look, "Oh, I like to move fast. Keeps things from being boring."
He takes the offered drink and follows Astoril's example, extinguishing and swallowing in one smooth motion suggesting he's done this a few times. "Oh Myri, wait until we're five or six drinks in. Last time me and Astoril went drinking we woke up in the Mortuary on a slab, I like to think some corpse hauler made a few jink turning us in." Zad laughs.
Astoril laughs at the memory
"Oh, and Factotum Myvresh almost joined the True Dead when we popped off those slabs clutching our heads! Oh sweet darkness! She had me bathing zombies for a full cycle after that stunt!"
As the others chuckle and talk he leans into Zadkiel
"I made a few inquiries to the records you were looking for. That's old business. Millenia-old. They don't keep those records in the Mortuary. You'd need to make a trip to UnderSigil. There's a faction stronghold down there known as the Vault of Souls. The only problem is you need to be a factotum or above to even walk through the gates. They don't like namers down deep in UnderSigil. Unless they're dead namers, if you get my drift."
Calita waits with the others for her friends, nervously shifting from foot to foot, pacing in circles, and smiling at their good fortune and profusely thanking all three of them for helping her.
When Phillius and Karan are led out of the building, she races over and hugs them. Bringing them over to the others, she makes introductions. When Alyse asks what Nye wants as payment, she readily accepts the strange man's terms. "Well, Alyse here works for the Lightning Guild as a courier, something I'd also like to get into, as I enjoyed my first job for them. I... don't really know what Tollard does though exactly," she cocks her head thoughtfully, trying to remember if he'd mentioned anything and she'd been not paying attention.
Tsun furrows his eyebrows and twitches his mustache. "I'm not joking. Smelling shenanigans has been a family talent for a dozen generations. We used to live in Ysgard, and the village actually met to decide whether or not we could stay, since they didn't want our family to pull any chunks into the Outlands."Sara raises an eyebrow and snifs the air too.
"Yeah. I think I'm smelling those Shenanigans too. Better be carefull with those then Tsun. Congruence and I are too experienced, but you might still be a little *wet* behind the ears."Sara waggles her fingers behind her back, and suddenly a splash of water appears out of tin air and falls on Tsun's head.
Sara tries to appear innocent for a moment, then bursts out in shrieks of laughter.
Congruence points at the water dripping off Tsun, "Perhaps that is the shenanigans that you smelled earlier."
Tsun sighs in long-suffering patience. Tieflings.
"No, it wasn't this. Childishness and shenanigans are similar but different. Antics aside, I would like to accompany you and help watch your backs. My nose has never been wrong before."
Sara is totally lost in her girl giggles and doesnt even notice Tsun doesnt find it funny at all.
While she's normally reserved and composed, its clearly the teenage girl showing now.
Eventually she calms down, needing to wipe tears from her eyes several times. "Heheheh heh heehh... He... Ah, that must have been all the tension from earlier. Hehehe... Oh, my sides hurt. And my face too. You're too funny Tsun."
Zadkiel's grin twitches ever so slightly, "That could be your recruitment pitch right there Astor, 'Join up with the Dustmen, make it into Undersigil and back in one piece.'" The smile returned, "Someone I know turned up another possible lead for the ol' brainbox" he tapped a finger to his temple, "Have to deal with the Sensates though. Hey, care to drink our way into another unusual memory so I can get into the Festhall without joining the touchy-feely crowd?"
"Shh," Tollard says to Nye conspiratorially. "Ixnay on the Ahamutbay..."
He goes on, "When I'm not attending to divine duties or providing legal aid referrals, I am a library assistant for a private collection. It's a new gig, so we will have to see what comes of it. So you may have just secured a favor from a part-time librarian, for what that's worth."
The small blue hair man who Calita introduced as Fillius, finally seems to collect himself. He vigourously shakes Nye's hand as he professes his gratitude, and offers him his services as an alchemist should he ever need it.
Turning to calita and her friends, he smiles a crooked smile at them as he bows low. "Thank you good people for coming to my rescue. I was beginning to worry that my incarceration would be the death of me. I'm not quite the spry young thing anymore, I leave all the hard work to young Karan here," he motions towards the small Gargoyle, who smiles a devilish grin and gives a little wave.
He turns to Calita. "I'm glad to see that you've landed much more firmly on your feet than we did my dear. You were always a resourceful one, part of the reason I took a liking to you," he gives her a playful wink. He sighs. "I guess Karan and I are going to have to find somewhere to stay now, lest we suffer the same fate that befell us last time. Do any of you good people know of anywhere cheap, as well as anywhere willing to hire an alchemist?' He looks hopefully at Tollard and Alyse
"Actually," Calita says happily, "I may be able to help you on the job front. I met an alchemist who was kind enough to let me stay with him for a few days, he might be willing to give you some work. I can take you there if you'd like? As far as staying somewhere... do you guys think that St Cuthbert's might be viable, at least in the short term?"
“Lightning Guild, yeah,” agrees Alyse, looking at Nye. “But I wouldn’t mind something a bit more … interesting.”
Zadkiel's grin twitches ever so slightly, "That could be your recruitment pitch right there Astor, 'Join up with the Dustmen, make it into Undersigil and back in one piece.'" The smile returned, "Someone I know turned up another possible lead for the ol' brainbox" he tapped a finger to his temple, "Have to deal with the Sensates though. Hey, care to drink our way into another unusual memory so I can get into the Festhall without joining the touchy-feely crowd?"
Astoril raises his Flaming Death
"Eat, drink and be merry. Because we're already dead!"
The young Dustie Drucilla brings a few more rounds, and the Afterpeak becomes a blur of distilled grain alcohol and dancing. The tavern fills as the Afterpeak segues into Before Antipeak, and the bardic group begins a wild set of songs that seem to focus on death and nihilism
“Lightning Guild, yeah,” agrees Alyse, looking at Nye. “But I wouldn’t mind something a bit more … interesting.”
Nye smiles
"Well, if you lot are looking for employment and you know the city well, I have a lot of odd jobs need doing. Clients that need sorting, messages to be sent, things of that nature. If you are interested, meet me at the Dusty Wig next Before Peak? say first hour?* . I'll call you a day gratis for the work I did, and if you do a good day's work I can start giving you hard jink after that."
"Actually," Calita says happily, "I may be able to help you on the job front. I met an alchemist who was kind enough to let me stay with him for a few days, he might be willing to give you some work. I can take you there if you'd like? As far as staying somewhere... do you guys think that St Cuthbert's might be viable, at least in the short term?"
"Shh," Tollard says to Nye conspiratorially. "Ixnay on the Ahamutbay..."
He goes on, "When I'm not attending to divine duties or providing legal aid referrals, I am a library assistant for a private collection. It's a new gig, so we will have to see what comes of it. So you may have just secured a favor from a part-time librarian, for what that's worth."
Nye lays a finger by his non-existent nose.
"Librarians are always needed. Have you any experience with the Sigilian Municipal Code? Horrid stuff, but the Guvners do love to quote it."
While Myriana appreciated the additional drinks she polite refused, this was strange territory and despite Zadkiel's apparent comfort she felt someone should keep themselves sober. Besides, the smell of the walking dead had her stomach a bit upset and more alcohol seemed unwise. While Zag and Astoril seem intent on drinking themselves into oblivion Myriana looked at Zad and said, "I'm gonna dance fora bit meow, don't leave without meow." With that she made her way onto the dance floor to enjoy herself for a bit.
Tsun waits patiently until Sara composes herself. "Come on. All three of us can speak with the Abbot together. I can gather my things and be ready in minutes."
Sara is totally lost in her girl giggles and doesnt even notice Tsun doesnt find it funny at all.
While she's normally reserved and composed, its clearly the teenage girl showing now.Eventually she calms down, needing to wipe tears from her eyes several times. "Heheheh heh heehh... He... Ah, that must have been all the tension from earlier. Hehehe... Oh, my sides hurt. And my face too. You're too funny Tsun."
Tsun waits patiently until Sara composes herself. "Come on. All three of us can speak with the Abbot together. I can gather my things and be ready in minutes."
Congruence looks at Sara's and Tsun's reactions, curious which is the appropriate behavior to emulate. The modron doesn't wonder long as they trust their Chore Friend. Pointing at Tsun, Congruence states, "We are in agreement that you are excessively humorous!" Then the modron bursts out in a laughing fit that is a little too loud, rather too late, and certainly too forced.
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Sara pats Congruence on the back. "There there Congruence. We really need to work on your sense of humor. Learning by copying is important, but I am sure we can work out what you yourself find funny. Now lets go see the abbot."
The trio go to see Abbot Meytal. He still srcibbles away on parchment, just as Tsun saw him last. He looks up as the thre enter
"Ah Tsun! And Congruence and Sara! What can I do for you all?"
While Myriana appreciated the additional drinks she polite refused, this was strange territory and despite Zadkiel's apparent comfort she felt someone should keep themselves sober. Besides, the smell of the walking dead had her stomach a bit upset and more alcohol seemed unwise. While Zag and Astoril seem intent on drinking themselves into oblivion Myriana looked at Zad and said, "I'm gonna dance fora bit meow, don't leave without meow." With that she made her way onto the dance floor to enjoy herself for a bit.
Myriana has a good time dancing, and gets plenty of appreciative looks from the young Dustmen on the dancefloor. While she is taking a break, a man walks up to her. He doesn't look like a Dustman, he is dressed in a nice tunic made of silk, and sports some nice jewelry. He smiles at her
"My dear you are an excellent dancer. Have you ever thought of a career in dancing? I own a club a few minutes walk from here. I am always on the lookout for new talent"
Suddenly Sara's reluctance is back. "Good afternoon Abbot. Sorry to disturb you. Congruence and I have some news."
She swallows hard before continuing. "You see, while we were delivering your letter, Congruence and I. Well, we were eh... accepted into an apprenticeship with the Planar Trading Consortium. So, we're leaving St. Cuthberts."
Myriana has a good time dancing, and gets plenty of appreciative looks from the young Dustmen on the dancefloor. While she is taking a break, a man walks up to her. He doesn't look like a Dustman, he is dressed in a nice tunic made of silk, and sports some nice jewelry. He smiles at her
"My dear you are an excellent dancer. Have you ever thought of a career in dancing? I own a club a few minutes walk from here. I am always on the lookout for new talent"
Myriana gave the man a smile and asked, "I've been dancing somewhere already but I might be interested in your's. What's the name of your club and where can I find it meow?"
Alyse tries to decide whether it will be more to her advantage to work at the Lighting Guild or for Nye. Nye seems interesting, but she’s a little wary of Xaositects. She’d like to discuss it with Tollard and Calita … assuming she hasn’t lost Calita to her old friends …
Suddenly Sara's reluctance is back. "Good afternoon Abbot. Sorry to disturb you. Congruence and I have some news."
She swallows hard before continuing. "You see, while we were delivering your letter, Congruence and I. Well, we were eh... accepted into an apprenticeship with the Planar Trading Consortium. So, we're leaving St. Cuthberts."
"I'm going along, too, Abbot. I smelled shenanigans on them. You know what happened the last time I smelled it. I'll try to keep them out of the dead-book."
Suddenly Sara's reluctance is back. "Good afternoon Abbot. Sorry to disturb you. Congruence and I have some news."
She swallows hard before continuing. "You see, while we were delivering your letter, Congruence and I. Well, we were eh... accepted into an apprenticeship with the Planar Trading Consortium. So, we're leaving St. Cuthberts."
The abbot smiles
"That is wonderful news! I am always thrilled when one of our charges gets an opportunity like that. Congratulations!"
"I'm going along, too, Abbot. I smelled shenanigans on them. You know what happened the last time I smelled it. I'll try to keep them out of the dead-book."Suddenly Sara's reluctance is back. "Good afternoon Abbot. Sorry to disturb you. Congruence and I have some news."
She swallows hard before continuing. "You see, while we were delivering your letter, Congruence and I. Well, we were eh... accepted into an apprenticeship with the Planar Trading Consortium. So, we're leaving St. Cuthberts."
The abbot looks a bit less happy at Tsun's announcement.
"Oh dear. While I am thrilled for you, I will admit a bit of sadness to see you go Tsun. You have been an excellent leader among the children here.
He sighs
"Still, unless you were willing to take the robe, you would have to go sooner or later. I am happy for you."
Myriana gave the man a smile and asked, "I've been dancing somewhere already but I might be interested in your's. What's the name of your club and where can I find it meow?"Myriana has a good time dancing, and gets plenty of appreciative looks from the young Dustmen on the dancefloor. While she is taking a break, a man walks up to her. He doesn't look like a Dustman, he is dressed in a nice tunic made of silk, and sports some nice jewelry. He smiles at her
"My dear you are an excellent dancer. Have you ever thought of a career in dancing? I own a club a few minutes walk from here. I am always on the lookout for new talent"
The man grins
"It's called the Fallen Angel, and we're in the Marble District right on Scab Way. Ask for Gorek. That's me."
Gorek flashes another toothy grin and touches his thick fingers to the wide-brimmed hat he wears.
“Lightning Guild, yeah,” agrees Alyse, looking at Nye. “But I wouldn’t mind something a bit more … interesting.”Nye smiles
"Well, if you lot are looking for employment and you know the city well, I have a lot of odd jobs need doing. Clients that need sorting, messages to be sent, things of that nature. If you are interested, meet me at the Dusty Wig next Before Peak? say first hour?* . I'll call you a day gratis for the work I did, and if you do a good day's work I can start giving you hard jink after that."
Once they have departed from Nye, Alyse looks at the others. "Well, what do you think? Are either of you planning on taking Nye up on his offer?"
The man grins
"It's called the Fallen Angel, and we're in the Marble District right on Scab Way. Ask for Gorek. That's me."
Gorek flashes another toothy grin and touches his thick fingers to the wide-brimmed hat he wears.
Myriana nodded and replied, "I'll think about it meow, and thanks!" With that she scampered off heading back to where Zad and his friend were getting drunk, sliding into the seat next to the aasimar.
Calita looks at the others, Fillius and Karan standing behind her. "Im'going to take Fillius and Karan to see literally the only other person in this city that I know and see about getting them set up with some work. After that, I'm more than happy to look at whatever work you trip blogs can get us, whether that be with Nye, the Lightning Guild, or something else entirely. I'm not the kind of girl to sit on my hands, so whatever keeps me occupied and having some fun is OK by me. earning some gold in the process would be a welcome bonus though."
The man grins
"It's called the Fallen Angel, and we're in the Marble District right on Scab Way. Ask for Gorek. That's me."
Gorek flashes another toothy grin and touches his thick fingers to the wide-brimmed hat he wears.
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Myriana nodded and replied, "I'll think about it meow, and thanks!" With that she scampered off heading back to where Zad and his friend were getting drunk, sliding into the seat next to the aasimar.
The Fallen Angel is an exotic dance club catering to the 'elite' of the Hive Ward. The Marble District is the good side of the Hive, and isn't a total mess like the rest of the ward. However, even though the residents have more jink than their neighbors doesn't make them genteel. The cutters that live there are the flashy rich: Pawnbrokers, shysters, pimps, and tavernkeeps.
Calita looks at the others, Fillius and Karan standing behind her. "Im'going to take Fillius and Karan to see literally the only other person in this city that I know and see about getting them set up with some work. After that, I'm more than happy to look at whatever work you trip blogs can get us, whether that be with Nye, the Lightning Guild, or something else entirely. I'm not the kind of girl to sit on my hands, so whatever keeps me occupied and having some fun is OK by me. earning some gold in the process would be a welcome bonus though."
The group, with the two released in tow make their way back to the Great Bazaar and to Calita's alchemist friend Cornstarch. The Afterpeak is sliding into Before Antipeak by the time they enter the sprawl of booths and stalls that make up the massive bazaar.
Cornstarch's shop is tucked into a corner of the Bazaar, not a stall, but an actually brick and mortar style building. The narrowness of the windows and the bars across them speak to the nature of the business inside.
Cornstarch is a tall blue-skinned cutter, with six fingers, dressed in a thick scarred and burnt leather apron. He greets Calita warmly, putting down some beakers he was working on.
"Greetings! I am Cowirnstarachaterdreniled. But most folks call me Cornstarch."
The abbot smiles"That is wonderful news! I am always thrilled when one of our charges gets an opportunity like that. Congratulations!"
"Thank you very much, sir. We are gratefull for the opportunity."
Sara frowns a bit at Tsun when he mentions the dead-book again. "We are expected in five peaks time back at the consortium for a trip trough the Outlands with a caravan. My time at St. Cuthbers has been good and I am forever gratefull you took me under your wing."
Smiling, Sara gives Congruence a pat. "I've made a wonderfull friend here."
The abbot smiles"That is wonderful news! I am always thrilled when one of our charges gets an opportunity like that. Congratulations!"
"Thank you very much, sir. We are gratefull for the opportunity."
Sara frowns a bit at Tsun when he mentions the dead-book again. "We are expected in five peaks time back at the consortium for a trip trough the Outlands with a caravan. My time at St. Cuthbers has been good and I am forever gratefull you took me under your wing."
Smiling, Sara gives Congruence a pat. "I've made a wonderfull friend here."
Congruence has trouble standing still, they feel what might be categorized as excitement. "We are progressing to the next life process stage!"
As Sara pats him, the modron genuinely smiles. "Thank you for directing Chore Friend Sara to assist. She is our first friend in our entire existence."
Today had broken the pattern, but had improved it and established a better pattern. That was good. Congruence looks to Tsun and then back to the abbot, "Travel Friend Tsun will assist us with our shenanigans. Hopefully leaving here we will also stop smelling offensive."
Congruence smiles at the abbot, "Do you require more chores of us this day?"
Reaching Zadkiel Myriana sat down and scooted up next to him and said, "So, I just got a job offer as a dancer at some place called the Fallen Angel," she looked at Zad and his friend Astoril, "I know the place is basically a strip club but do you know anything else about it?"
The abbot smiles"That is wonderful news! I am always thrilled when one of our charges gets an opportunity like that. Congratulations!"
"Thank you very much, sir. We are gratefull for the opportunity."
Sara frowns a bit at Tsun when he mentions the dead-book again. "We are expected in five peaks time back at the consortium for a trip trough the Outlands with a caravan. My time at St. Cuthbers has been good and I am forever gratefull you took me under your wing."
Smiling, Sara gives Congruence a pat. "I've made a wonderfull friend here."
Congruence has trouble standing still, they feel what might be categorized as excitement. "We are progressing to the next life process stage!"
As Sara pats him, the modron genuinely smiles. "Thank you for directing Chore Friend Sara to assist. She is our first friend in our entire existence."
Today had broken the pattern, but had improved it and established a better pattern. That was good. Congruence looks to Tsun and then back to the abbot, "Travel Friend Tsun will assist us with our shenanigans. Hopefully leaving here we will also stop smelling offensive."
Congruence smiles at the abbot, "Do you require more chores of us this day?"
Tsun folds his arms and nods in satisfaction.
As they walk, Tollard says, "It may be worth seeing what kind of work he has in mind. He did right by Calita. I always keep a cloudy eye open for a useful ally. They are hard to come by. Also, there's the money to think of."
Once they arrive in the alchemist's shop, he regards the wares with interest. He has always been fascinated with the arcane ways of the alchemists.
Zadkiel had just downed something black, hot, and extremely alcoholic when Myriana asked her question. He thought for a moment, "Mmmm, not much, outside of my standard price range. Astoril, you got anything?"
Calita looks at the others, Fillius and Karan standing behind her. "Im'going to take Fillius and Karan to see literally the only other person in this city that I know and see about getting them set up with some work. After that, I'm more than happy to look at whatever work you trip blogs can get us, whether that be with Nye, the Lightning Guild, or something else entirely. I'm not the kind of girl to sit on my hands, so whatever keeps me occupied and having some fun is OK by me. earning some gold in the process would be a welcome bonus though."The group, with the two released in tow make their way back to the Great Bazaar and to Calita's alchemist friend Cornstarch. The Afterpeak is sliding into Before Antipeak by the time they enter the sprawl of booths and stalls that make up the massive bazaar.
Cornstarch's shop is tucked into a corner of the Bazaar, not a stall, but an actually brick and mortar style building. The narrowness of the windows and the bars across them speak to the nature of the business inside.
Cornstarch is a tall blue-skinned cutter, with six fingers, dressed in a thick scarred and burnt leather apron. He greets Calita warmly, putting down some beakers he was working on.
"Greetings! I am Cowirnstarachaterdreniled. But most folks call me Cornstarch."
"I get why cutter. I'm Shade," says Alyse. "Nice setup you have here Cornstarch."
Zadkiel had just downed something black, hot, and extremely alcoholic when Myriana asked her question. He thought for a moment, "Mmmm, not much, outside of my standard price range. Astoril, you got anything?"
Astoril shrugs
"It's a fairly clean spot. Rough crowd. You could ask Mara over there."
He points to a tall, thin, dark-haired girl in her early twenties dressed in a fairly slinky rendition of Dustmen apparel. She is chatting with the gentleman who had approached Myriana, her pale skin covered in glowing tattoos.
"I know she earns some extra jink dancing there. That and some roofwork, or so the screed goes."
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"I get why cutter. I'm Shade," says Alyse. "Nice setup you have here Cornstarch."
Cornstarch extends a large hand.
"A pleasure."
He looks at the odd group
"So what can I do for you cutters this Before Antipeak?"
Alyse shrugs, glances at Calita, then joins Tollard in looking about the place, in particular looking for any interesting wares (that she could afford).
Alyse shrugs, glances at Calita, then joins Tollard in looking about the place, in particular looking for any interesting wares (that she could afford).
The shelves are stocked with rows of bottles filled with a rainbow of liquids
Astoril shrugs
"It's a fairly clean spot. Rough crowd. You could ask Mara over there."
He points to a tall, thin, dark-haired girl in her early twenties dressed in a fairly slinky rendition of Dustmen apparel. She is chatting with the gentleman who had approached Myriana, her pale skin covered in glowing tattoos.
"I know she earns some extra jink dancing there. That and some roofwork, or so the screed goes."
Myriana smiled and replied, "Thanks, I just might do that meow." She sat and waited, watching until Gorek had left Mara alone and made her way over to the tattooed woman. She slid into a seat near the woman and said, "Hey Mara, I'm Myriana. Astoril told me you might be able to give me some more information meow." She nodded her head in the direction that Gorek had gone and said, "He offered me a job at the Fallen Angel as a dancer and I'm wondering what you can tell me about the place meow. Astoril said you work there part time to make some extra cash."
Calita smiles at the large blue man, and s about to introduce everyone when Alyse takes the initiative. The laughs at the girl's direct manner and introduces first Tolard, then Fillius and Karan. "These two are actually the reason I've come back for a visit," she says, pulling her two old friends forward, "these are the friends I was telling you about, the ones I was looking for when I came to see you. Now that I've found them (they were being held as prisoners by the Red Men), they need a place to stay and work. I was hoping," she gives Cornstarch her most hopeful, pleading look, "that you might have something for them?"
Cornstarch looks them up and down and frowns. Fillius, seeing his hopes of finding something meaningful to do in Sigil evaporating, steps forward.
"Fillius Farnweather at your service," he says enthusiastically. "Calita here tells me you're quite the accomplished Alchemist. I myself had my own practice back where I came from, and young Karan here was my assistant. I'm not looking to cut in on your business, but we are in need of something soon, or else I'm afraid the we may find ourselves once more the guests of those dreaded "Red Men" as Calita so aptly put it." His enthusiasm fades a little at the thought of going back to that.
His smile returns though, as he holds his hand out towards the large man. "What do you say, do you think you could find a use for us?"
Tsun regards Sara and Congruence. "So, you have any plans for the next five peaks? I'm going to see about some repairs before we go, but I've kept this place in fairly good shape. Anything I can help?"
Sara shrugs. "Making our rooms in order is important. We got lucky when we got a spot here. So its only right that we leave it the best we can for the next cutter that comes along. We also need to pack our things. We got a bit of starting money. I have no idea what we actually need. But we might shop for some essentiala. I want to start well prepared."
"Hey Mara, I'm Myriana. Astoril told me you might be able to give me some more information meow." She nodded her head in the direction that Gorek had gone and said, "He offered me a job at the Fallen Angel as a dancer and I'm wondering what you can tell me about the place meow. Astoril said you work there part time to make some extra cash."
Mara looks at Myriana. She is a skinny human, but with a fair amount of curves where they count. She affects a Dustmen style, but her interpretation is a lot more salacious than the norm. She smiles lazily and takes a drag off some type of cigarette. The smell isn't one that Myrianna has smelt before.
"Sure thing, ducks. It's a good place. The gents are a bit handsy, but they are generous. You have to be ready for the full show, it's everything and the knickers off there. I've made the acquaintance of a lot of generous men there."