Morton threw back his Deathpint and motioned to the man behind the bar to pour him a fresh one. He looked around and raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly.
'That's more like it'he thought to himself as he picked his second drink off the bar. He was just about to sit down next to Voss again when he noticed his... Well... His boss.
"Hey, Dagon, how's the tricks flyin'? Enjoying my old job?"