Stattick stumbles in, looking disheveled, and obviously still in the same black with red trim Han Fu as the previous day. His hair is uncombed, and his eyes are red and watery. A faint smell of plum wine lingers to him.
He unceremoniously plops down next to a scribe, and asks how the voting and mood of the court is, this miserable day. Getting his answer, he says aloud to the empty space between everyone, "Kurzyk, I hope you can forgive me. I know that I said that I was unsure of your guilt, but my vote helped to put you in an early grave. I don't know if you can enjoy it where you are, but I left half a bottle of wine at your grave...
"As to the rest of us. Well then... I suppose we must do what we must do. I'm half a mind to walk away from this whole mess, but I'm sure that it would find me dead if I tried. I still don't know which of you, my old friends, to trust or to name traitor." He looks hard at Xandi, but seems to see something in her countenance, and he just shakes his head. "I don't know."
He looks around again, trying to size each of his fellow courtesans up with drunken, watery eyes. "I suppose I will throw my lot in with those that think that LadySky might have something to do with this."
He looks down, not waiting for any reactions. From out of his sleeves, he produces a flask, and two small wine cups. He fills both cups, and then passes one to the young scribe. "Here you go. When your mustache grows long and gray, you can tell your children's children of the time you drank with dead man who still walked..."