Ray shrugged. "Morphine's a heck of a painkiller." He smiled, and looked at Acon. "Y'know...I've never had a Poison Drinker under my arm." His mouth went straight, and he furrowed his brow. "One of my relatives...he was married to a Poison Drinker. I can't recall who it was." He shrugged. "Anyway, how long until we reach the estate?" He yawned. "Getting bolts shoved into your spine, along with a constant spinal tap is taxing."