Zadok answers, slurring his words strongly as he speaks.<br/><br/>"Yeeahhhouuu don't need to try that to get me to talk pretty girl... Jes seen' you's enough. You have stars in your hair. How Zadok wants to see his stars again. I'z worked everywhere you know? Not many of my kind of workers left, who aren't specialized in anyone thing. Used to be thousands of us before the Arch-Traitor made war on the Interex. That's how I know how to brew, yea see? Worked with zee cooks on a Trader's ship on the very edge of the sector. Saw more Xenos than I can imagine. Have you ever seen the Xenos pretty girl? You, you remind him of the fae of Uther. But they ain't real Xenos. The real Xenos aren't for men, but for the Angels of Death. There's a reason Zadok needs to get blitzed all the time. But here, here's no better! My void-born-bones, they can feel the corruption. The other drunks, they go to the worker's union. Zadok won't go there. I spend every gelt I get to brew me own stuff. Don't go there pretty girl. Go far away."<br/><br/>His speech is almost delirious, and he looks scared, although of what, you cannot say. You aren't sure he can exactly either. He seems to be done although he continues to rave as long as you will listen and doesn't shy away from most of your questions.<br/><br/>"Zadok just wants to see his stars again."<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Rhia seems to have also caught a break. Asking around for any drunkards, see mostly turns up the willfully ignorance the acolytes encountered before until she makes some enquiries in front of a small chapel to the Psyker-Saint Rybel Gorth, the Watcher in the Dark. A frail, brown-skinned nun with long dreadlocks counters her inquiries with her own.<br/><br/>"Why do you bother these people No one drinks around here, nothing good comes of it.   What does it matter to one such as you to concern yourself with such a vice?"