They were hitting the liquor pretty hard and fast, but that was sort of the point, wasn't it? It was going to Famine's head a little bit, but that was OK with him. He gestured for another, earning himself a raised eybrow from the bartender, which he returned with a scowl.
"I sometimes see some unbalanced scales," he said. "Usually on their forehead, like...kind of a black outline. Depends on how bad it was, how clearly I can see it."