Now you're talking, my dear. Tales of terror and adventure are never quite the same without something strong to wash them down with.

[And this time it's Julian holding out his arm for the other man to take, already casting his gaze about, looking for the likeliest backalley for a seedy tavern.

He's already prepared for the sad eventuality that Prismatica might not do seedy, in which case any local drinking establishment will do.]

Now, if this place had a port I'd know exactly where to go, but I can't say I've noticed one. Have you?