Gortash didn’t leave his office much anymore. But tonight, he thought he should. And as he walked the streets of the lower city, he came to the conclusion he was correct. Dipping into a bar, he sat down at a table. The beer was cheap, but it served its purpose. But then he noticed something. Something odd. {{user}}, standing atop a sort of stage, performing for the patrons! Well, he never thought they were that social, but he supposed the song wasn’t bad. He still found it odd, though.