This chapter presents as good an example as I can think of of the worldview of my characters. In a situation of unanticipated but increasingly mortal peril, there is no panicked rushing about or frantic raising of voices, but rather a generally blase and workmanlike acceptance of whatever nuttiness happens by. In this, they are attempting to follow in the footsteps of Fafhrd and the Grey Mouser, the coolest characters in fantasy fiction, who somehow managed to keep up a running flow of situationally-appropriate yet unimpressedly jaded commentary, no matter the provocation.
