"Ahh, if she were that upset, she'd've left me ages ago. It has been almost twenty years, hasn't it?" "Nineteen years, six months, and fourteen days, but who's counting?" "Actually, you're wrong there. Remember that bit with the plane of slow time? Technically, it's only been six months and<em>twelve</em>days."<br/><br/>He nods at the mention of the construct. "Big damn thing, too. Luckily, it had some glaringly obvious weak points." He then bursts into laughter, at Draiss' second question. "Where else? The Brothel of Shan-Drin, only the largest and most exotic whorehouse in the planes."