"I don't truck with magic," Bert responded with a shake of his head. Alright, so this fellow was In the Know. That changed things. He had been made. But it didn't look as though this was an agent of the Red. He sounded more like some world wandering merchant.

What an interesting evening this was turning out to be.

"Don't really trust it. Oh, wait, you want magic mescaline? I've got magic mescaline."

And no use for it, these days. He didn't know the spirits of this world, or what other places brushed close enough to touch its borders. He wasn't about to risk any out of body spirit journeys in this mad place.

"Yeh can talk to demons and the dead and whatnot. Makes yeh puke sommat awful after, but it's worth it."