To Clarus' credit he didn't pause or double-take at Regis' proclamation. Instead he just nodded and stood, leading the way (with a bit of a sway in his step) out of the bar and into the fresh night air. The stars shone brightly, and the drunk man took a moment to peer up at them as his eyes adjusted to the darkness once they were out of the immediate vicinity of the bar's bright lights.

"The stars are all different here," he commented, though it was hardly the first time he'd looked up at them. "I wonder if some are the same, and we're seeing them from the other side or something."