“It’s a blessing and a curse,” Liem admits, turning his gaze away from the gathered partygoers to look, dark-cheeked, back at Emet-Selch. The festival in this memory is one of scores of similar Taxfests that he’s attended over the years, and many of them could get a little rowdy towards the end of the night, so he’d managed to forget this particular detail until now.

“Though, that was less to do with me and more to do with my profession. Taxfest is one of Abadar’s holidays, and Stachys hadn’t seen one of his priests in years.”