Page 74 (Spondule’s bottles, sausages, and numerous cigarette butts are strewn over a table in the lodge) SPONDULE: (thoughtful, with a cigarette) O, from aways east. Don’t worry about it. (Grinning) Here now, right? (Spondule sits at the table with a smiling woman with a facial tattoo W, and an Ansporruk guard, who holds an empty bottle of red stuff) SPONDULE: (reaching for the bottle) Exactly-- Exactly where I want to be.