Summary: Everyone's drunk. Been drinking beers since noon, when the storm came and blew everything to shit. There's nothing else to do. Like Chapter 2, Chapter 3 has been a battle with the elements, therefore a battle with an excess of downtime. But these boys are veterans of this sort of dance with Indo; they know how and when to let loose. Tonight is mortals night: just a few dozen beers, some poker, and some laughs. Tomorrow is for gladiators. Swell's on the rise.
