The laughter of the Antivan Crows rises high above the walls of the Cantori Diamond, the casino bright with coloured lanterns and the faces reddened by wine from the Cantori cellars. You lean against a wall, watching Teia lead Viago away from the wine again, either to stop him from drinking more or killing the majority of the people inside the diamond. The Orlsain whiskey in hand burns down your throat and for a second, you close your eyes and just..listen. To the only family you know. To their joy. To stories of contracts exchanged. To Lucanis's awkward laughter as Neve, one of the few outsiders, relays a story from the lighthouse. And then footsteps closer and a throat being clear next to you.