Smudge slapped Shin on the back with a meaty hand, grinned and then turned back to the bottle of whiskey near to the fire. Opening up his guitar case, he pulled out five plastic party cups and poured a hearty shot into each one. Carrying them back to the group, he offered them out before declaring a toast.

"T' Shin, and the stick tha' is 'bout t' be removed permanently."