Toben pulls up a chair at Spectre's table and leans his staff against it.

"I've a hangover fit for a victory celebration, though I don't seem to recall one. The fact that I'm talking to you as opposed to spiraling in tiny pieces across the Elemental Chaos implies that things at the rift didn't turn out too badly. Carrog's state in the hallway was rather less informative. Did you make it in time to help the boy? Was it a triumphal toast or a wake that I missed?"