I’d almost tripped, on several occasions, over a quartet of Quinlans who had parked their butts in the middle of the deck. A few choice words from Ralph and they found a more out-of-the-way location. Now that I had the time to actually look at them, I realized they were probably a sabbat . It was odd that they’d be paying for passage when we weren’t going through a connector or segment boundary, where the turbulence could get uncomfortable and tiring to fight.