Hannibal walks into the tavern and lies down on the floor near the fire.
"Hey guys, im teaching myself how to make hooch! I think im going to start a brewery in that old crappy house i stayed at when we got here. Any objections?"
A strong wind blows through the door, the fire crackles. On the disused counter a piece of parchment flies off of one of the barrels of ale left by the gnolls. The paper rides the wind swirling about the room high in the rafters. As the wind abates the paper falls silently to earth, resting gently on the outstretched Hannibal's face.
Upon further inspection it reads, "Please return empty barrels to the Baumgarten Stills."
For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sai looks over Hannibal, "only if you include me in that, I just figured out how to make a pretty nice ale."
"I'm not locked up in with all of you, all of you are locked up in here with me!" Rorschach - Watchmen