And if you do not know them, my good Mindelan, then there is no hope for me knowing. [Life should be far more simple. Comfortable beds, plenty of booze, some gambling tables... he would be set. What did he know about being outdoors? Nothing. Bugs bit, beds were hard. It wasn't right.]

[He did what he could to tuck it in. Ambassador wasn't experienced with making a bed, though he'd been starting to work on the basics recently in the Sphere. It was much better that the bed be comfortable and not all bunched up, after all. ] A week or so. My good Mindelan, if we are not out of here in a week or so, I will be most upset. What is there even to do? Sit around outside?