Sigmund reached out for one of the mugs, sliding the glass to a more comfortable proximity.<strong>"Sigmund. Sigmund Alkind."</strong><em>Cordelia? I wonder if she'd accept Cordie for short.</em>The cleric took a swig and followed with a grumble worthy of a dwarf.<strong>"Baah-I dunno. Riding around in the rain for hours on end, beating the sod out of a walking corpse and an over-sized chicken, I could see wanting a chance to 'freshen up.'"</strong>Taking a pause to consider why he haden't done that very thing...