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Zenon looks up from the mountain of food stacked on his plate with bleary eyes. He has a glass of wine in one hand, a hard roll in another, and a cloud of various bits of food he steals bites from and two more glasses of wine floating around his head. The sharp-eyed among the group have no doubt spotted rolls and joints of meat floating off of nearby plates and zipping into the folds of Zenon's rags.

In between bites, he spits out, "We is tell stories, da? I woyage one journey weeth Pathfinders, to tall rock on ocean. Cannibals on top of rock, we drive off and myurder demon-speaker. In rock, I deesable trap and find ghouls eat beeg meat god. We keell meat god and ghoul Captain and take treasures. Is wery fun!"

Zenon sniffs at his newly cleaned rags and blinks up at Avelina, but smiles as she sends Aldoz off. "Ah! I am Zenon, preetty lyady. Leetle dvarf bring more wodka! I aym just find syeat then." He totters off toward a table.

The doors open and a jadwiga stumbles through them, clutching an empty glass bottle. He's dressed mostly in smelly rags, aside from a very fancy looking belt supporting a few pouches. A cloud of small stones, broken bits of glass, scraps of paper, and other street detritus orbits around him. He blearily looks around the room. He coughs once before slurring in a thick Irriseni accent, "Hyello, large shiny dyevil woman give me thees and say I cyan get good meal hyere." He squints at the cloud of debris zipping around his head for a moment before plucking a scrap of paper out of it and waving it around.

I've been trying to work this guy from Black Waters up as a spiritualist but it hasn't really come together for me yet.

I don't see what's so crazy about Black Waters, there's nothing paranormal there at all!