Well that's a can of worms best left unopened. And yet, opened it is.
"Oh, Maker," Bene sighs, letting his head thud back against the wall, "...real food. Tea. Wine. A bed. Heat from a fire. Elfroot. Sex." He looks plaintively up at the ceiling.

"Athessa brought some elfroot down to smoke once, and I didn't take any of it. You don't know how fucking hard that was."