"Is it now? I couldn't just simply find you a birthday to call your own?" He chuckles.

"Hmm, well... it depends on which part of the Isles you're on. In Bliss, there's singing and dancing in the streets. In Crucible, the people gather to drink up on the rooftops while screaming the names of their mortal enemies to the heavens. In both cases, there's feasting. Lots of knife-throwing games, and some illegal but completely unofficially sanctioned betting on baliwog races. And then at the end of the day, Haskill and I retire to my chambers, and we speak sweet nothings until I'm able to finally get some sleep."