Drinking too much? Martin looked puzzled, a shade more worried. That stuff Bariyan drank (never again, on his own part)...more of it? Wouldn't Martin have noticed? All the bottles around were as common as anything else relating to his image of Bariyan; it was hard to imagine more or less of it changing him.

One eye open, still fidgeting under the hand on his head, Martin frowned.

"A lot of things? More than just people you remember?"