[Balthazar pops up in the feed with a tense smile. His ash-blond hair is mussed in a way that suggests bedhead too artfully to be an accident. Likewise, his clothes are impeccable, except for a burned hole in the front of his shirt. About the size of a fist, it lets a glint of metal from his necklace show through.]

Well, the first thing I’ll be needing is a bar. One that serves good liquor, preferably, although I’m not too finicky for a little rotgut here and there. Once that’s been handled, I'd love to know who picked this as the site for the family reunion.

[He pauses for a moment, then adds:] If I do find a bar, please don’t try to sober me up. It takes a lot of effort to get drunk when you have a metabolism like mine, and I hate to spoil the experience.