"Well-guarded? The guards have sleeping quarters above our heads! They're specially made to round us up and choke the life out of us if we so much as let a stray lightning bolt loose." The Circle wasn't a very light topic.

He was glad for more drink if they were going to continue discussing the Circle at all...or become intimate with those burly men and by intimate, he meant with fists in the face.

"Oh, just wait. I'll grow on you, like a fungus," he responded after finishing off his mug.