Doesn't sound like a bad idea, starting up something like that again. Keep those of them that were used to fighting on their toes, even on sleepy days like this. Nothing like a good brawl to keep your blood pumping in the cold, right?

"Right. The Dojo. Heard about that place from a girl called Sam. You know her? Funny colored hair, makes her own brew."

Pretty strong stuff, too. Could strip paint off a wall. Tasted like shit, but who was drinking for the taste?