Mm. I can't imagine it. It's all a bit too bright and loud for me. I can handle the din of a crowd, or even the bawdiest of bards. But this?

[Luca shakes his head, then slides the glass of whiskey over to Wolfwood. He'll notice that it's not complete though! It takes a second before Luca uses a pair of tongs to produce a lugnut that has, well, been greased to shit. Then he goes to drop it in the drink.]

It isn't as if I have any other marketable skills to make use of in this place. They aren't exactly hiring bounty hunters or soldiers at the moment.