You recognise the deviless as a creature of simple, if bloody, appetites. The student of archaeology seems curiously deft with his equipment. […] Perhaps this assassination business is beginning to get to you. Another drink will help. […]
For a trio of students and a deviless, these picnickers are well-informed about the comings and goings of hardened killers. You feign disinterested curiosity and sit through a useful catalogue of who is killing whom, with what, and why.