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With a chuckle, Silver replied, "Seems to be the case for a lot of people here.  They have their own dream, the cruel hand of fate intervenes, and next thing you know, they're on the next airship to Beacon." When he heard Margie's reply, he smiled and said, "Then try this.  '98 Vacuo White.", as he took a swig from the new bottle. "It's like silk running down your throat."

As Ciarán approached the mural Liadan was investigating, the bat on his shoulder hissed at it, and turned around, refusing to look at it.

"Well, the locals don't seem to like it.  I've seen depictions of creatures akin to this before, though this one is painted, for lack of a better term, in a more fiendish light.  Saying it's this culture's version of the Devil is a pretty sound summation."