[PQ] Poor Unfortunate Souls

Lucas inclined his head to Sunjata and tipped his glass in the man's direction; he had known as much, and having someone like that on side was infinitely useful. As to the rest of them... well, Ezra had the right of it in one well crafted sentence, much as he had expected. "Ladies." Lucas flashed an indulgent grin to both Ezra and Edrei. "I'm sure there will be time for that later." Turning to the rest of the group, he spread his hands and motioned to the space around them. "Any good organisation needs a headquarters. This place already has a convenient basement where we might hide our tricks and treats, so I'm of a mind to use it - all of you are welcome to it as a living space as well, of course. I feel a group such as ours ought to blend in. A house like any other, rather than one of those pompous guildhalls. To begin, though, I know all of you. But why don't you share a few of your accolades with your brothers-and-sisters in arms?" Lucas invites you to blow your own trumpet. (You're welcome, Adam). No post order! You have 48 hours. LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk