Pika pours another glass. "You know I can't put it off. I'd have to wait another year, and everyone is already in town. What would I say? No . . . I give up. Just let me drown." The man grabs her arm, "We could look for it again! It has to be somewhere, right? You could at least try!" She looks at him sadly, "I'd give anything to get it back, Lem. But we've turned the estate upside down. It's gone. Maybe someone stole it. Maybe the gods made it vanish . . . I can't do it again." Lemuil lets her go, sliding onto the bar seat beside her. "Fine, Pika. But if you're done, so am I." He grabs the bottle and takes a drink straight from it, then begins to cough violently, eyes watering as he chokes it down.
The group sits nearby, able to overhear the whole conversation. Sal the bartender waggles his eyebrows at them, mouthing the word "Anything." He shakes his head and wanders off to fetch another patron his drink.