"Some's good for relaxing, others are just made to get you dead drunk fast, it depends on how much you want to forget about whatever's upsetting you."

Sinbad mulls over a thought, switching to the rum - it had the scent of various spices. "We found a note in that cafe, it seemed like correspondence between Max and our mysterious 'host'... it basically said what we suspected, Max isn't entirely happy with the Composer." He sighs. "Kind of forgot about until it now, got lost in my mind when everyone who went to Ikea came back all bloodied."

"So... it might be possible, even if Max or 'Reaper Creeper' can't tell us, that we can find discarded notes or other possible leads if we keep our eyes open."