Locke has set himself up in a room upstairs, his arm still bound up and frowning at an ostentatious set of drawers. This place is more than a little disconcerting for someone of his profession - in a place where you can get anything seemingly just by wishing for it, what fun is there in stealing anything? Someone could just have it back in a little ( Read more... )

*Diar's sitting at the bar in the mansion, sipping a rather large whiskey and looking around with amusion*

Well, who wants a drink? Or good company, I'd suppose. I can offer both.

Typist: Diar got bored. Who wants to drink with him?