Linden groans; he's been there, and he's a Victor; his salary as a Mentor and the winnings he still collects are a ridiculous amount of money and he frankly doesn't know what to do with it most of the time. He's poor at handling money, but his tastes are simple and often crude; he doesn't drink for the taste, he drinks to get wasted and forget his own name so he doesn't have to answer when people recognize him and shout it his way.

"When you drink enough, it's the same thing, you know," he slurs thoughtfully. "Blacking out, passing out, here's to all those better deaths..."