You and Marmot hop on your skis and head out towards Navy Pier. It's late afternoon and bright, a little warm, after-effects of that damned volcano.
On the way, Marmot says to you, "You know... we could've capped Butter when it was just us three. Maybe should've. Her family would be pissed, but we could pay a bloodguild for it, be done with the whole thing."
The Navy Pier looms overhead. A bit of a line to get in, but before long, you and Marmot are walking up to see Poke. The place smells different, you notice that as soon as you walk close. The formaldehyde-bleach smell is gone, and you smell, just faintly, dried blood, puss, probably even urine. It's not pleasant.
There are a couple guards near the entrance. Would they know you, Lemma?