Vizzal sighed inwardly as she followed Torkin. There was so much she wanted to say to him, but she knew it would fall on deaf ears. Things like 'I have a bad feeling about this' and 'that's why your tutors are so critical of you! No foresight!' But he's already heard it all before, to no avail. "At the very least, the poorest people usually have the strongest drinks."