Death was hiding in Kaspar’s pocket. Blurry-eyed, Kaspar slammed down the empty glass. Leaning heav- ily on the bar, he belched before making his uncertain voyage towards the door of the inn. He knocked against tables, jostled other drinkers, rolling and meandering on his way like a ship skirting the Outreaches. Laughter and abuse rang in his ears in roughly equal measure.