Kvasir chuckled at the old shaman's comment.
"I stand corrected, that is a much better question. Especially if you care to answer it. I suppose that might be something I should already know if I want to get into R&D. Perhaps the curiosity of youth is born of the ignorance of youth."
The AR message concerning karmic awards floated across Kvasir's field of vision.
"Alas. It seems that I will only be able to ignore a few more messages about my intended networking opportunity down by the bar. Nevertheless, I'm too intrigued to tear myself away yet. What brings an important man like you to this little soiree?"
AR updates from the team kept crawling across Kvasir's vision.
Kvasir nonchalantly turned to lean against a railing on the upper deck where he stood. The slight shift gave him a good view of both the elf and the suitcase. He swirled his glass casually and took a sip, trying to hide the fact that his mind was whirring, searching for a way to break into the black hole that the suitcase represented in astral space.