I have no idea, but I'll know it when I see it. [Always a good thing to hear an extremely intoxicated disaster of a tiefling say with that much delight. He swipes his cards into his pocket and abandons his little makeshift table to start walking in a direction with teetering steps.]

C'mon, Nott. It'll be fine. It's a festival. Nothing bad happens at festivals that we didn't invite on ourselves. [He might still be a little sore about getting trampled during the Victory Pit, but... They also won a buttload of money so he can't complain.]