Ari finished a message and sent it off - The Tipsy Sheep tapmaster, also her landlord, was well accustomed to her requests. "I know you're trying to pretend you're not interested in the network," she said, plopping up onto the couch and lucking her legs under one of the pillows, "but even you have to admit that getting food brought to your door - without even leaving the couch - is rather convenient. Not to mention checking whether merchants have parts," or potions, "in stock. You also find out all sorts of interesting things - as an example," she said, turning the screen so that he could see it, "this fine specimen of a nobleman who had a bit too much wine and thought it would be wise to rhapsodize, in detail, about a particular lady's fondness for being trussed up like a feastday piglet and turned over the back of said gentleman's desk. A particular lady," she added with a smile, showing him the ensuing stream of furious comments, "who is apparently not his wife. Oops."