They invited her to the table to join them and Roland watched for a moment, but then he caught a whiff of a familiar scent and looked to a trio sitting on cushions with a pipe. A small pile of a black substance was on a table, and the pipe was being passed back and forth. He moved closer.

"They have Devilweed here?" he asked, and one nodded.

"Not what we call it, love, but may be the same. Have a try?"

He took the pipe and puffed it several times. Enough to know it was Devilweed. On Keystone Earth it did not exist, but they had two plants that had similar effects. Cannabis and poppies. The calming effect was immediate and Roland felt as if he had been wrapped in a blanket, warm and soft. There was a reason it was called Devilweed. Too pleasant...people would go mad for it and would lose their whole lives searching for this exact feeling.

And yet the calm did nothing to counteract the effects of whatever the waiter had given him. He was beginning to ache, hard as he was. Loose and warm, he found Diane again.