[GOOD LORD is everyone he spoke to / viciously attacked during his blood frenzy out and about tonight? Koltira's joy curdles at the sight of Mahdi, and he slows his own unsteady walk as he and Bariyan approach. Addressing the half-full (and likely stolen) tumbler of scotch in his hand, he nods, muted.]
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Aye, and to you, Mahdi. You look well.