He raised his eyebrows, waving over another round of drinks from the fellow taking his place at the bar.

"Leave the bottle," he says, sotto voce, and waits until they're alone again before continuing, pouring for them both. "It would seem like it, wouldn't it? But neither man nor box are what most would expect. The box travels time and space, larger on the inside than on the outside through either magic or science - whichever of the two you're more keen to believe in. And the man? A master of war, the sort who slips between the front lines under the guise of friendship and meddles until everything comes apart at the seams. Utterly ruthless to those who dare oppose him."