[It had been fun, actually. And Drift had been kind of honored that he was trusted to do it. Either that or it was a crafty attempt to get him killed for messing up Liege's floors. He wouldn't put it beyond Liege. Mech liked a clean floor.]

I understand. Believe me, I met him when I had the, er, the Red Rust.

[So hey, how's that mental image of Drift leaking his guts through his armor seams? Drift's guessing you probably don't want a hug right now.]

It is. Believe me. We can get you settled. Where are you, anyway? Liege's?