Any other time, Edwin would have been pouring over sheeves of paper to figure out how in the world these magical lattices kept the place cool, but for now, he was busy pouring a lager down his throat to drown is sorrows. The Morgrave Institute just severed is his last grant due to some... disputes... on where those funds had gone. For the time being, he would forget his predicament, put another beer on his tab, and watch the sveldt human girl dancing on the stage pull bits of her clothing off in seductive and provocative ways.<br/><br/>"Cheers, Sharn, you've swallowed another one," and Edwin tipped back another mug, to swallow another beer himself...