and playfully biting her lobe, Im again distracted by the antics of that oddball from the kash bowl. Thinking he was going to entertain us with a skaldic recitation, with arms upraised in the air, he suddenly slams himself down to the floor and rolls around between the table legs. Next thing he leapt into the air, missing a bench and dive bombed straight into the lap of a burly looking viking. The ninkumpoop! That’s a good way to get himself aquainted with a berserker. The guy growled and shoved him away and he went bouncing off the opposite table backwards, scattering the mugs of ale and a bowl of salt onto the floor. Next thing, he’s covered in the salt and rubbing it between his hands, announcing to empty space, “I have a secret weapon Mr Slimy Snail….” I couldn’t contain my laughter and neither could Anarane or anybody else for that matter.

Meanwhile, Mogh is off on some deep rant amongst the crew. "wow..man...hey that’s real deep man..." and... "ever had a deep and meaningful drink man…." WT%^$#. It was hilarious. This place was just starting to warm up as more people started tucking into the food with the mushy sauce. It was going to be a night to remember especially since Ana and I were not eating. Well not after the bean episode, uhummm....

Anyway, for a change Herger got to have a good bellylaugh and enjoy the fun. Ana who was giggling at the madness and wiggling her hips this way and that, looked ravishingly beautiful and I decided to quietly slip out back down to the ship to have a bit of fun together. But just as I grabbed her hips to leave for some sumptuous lovin, that ostrich smelling nutter staggered up with arms outstretched trying to embrace me with a big wet sloppy pash. But I was much taller. He didn’t reckon on that and the kiss landed on my chest armour slobbering up my mail.

"Ye gods! What are you doing to me??" I wanted Ana and she wanted me and that was that. This guy was lurching in my way so I let forth a well aimed blow at the offending s-moocher who went reeling over backwards, knocked out cold. "There…he’s gone off to la la land", Ana smiled as we stepped over his prostrate body jabbing him in the ribs with her foot, "and when we’re back you aint gonna have anymore of that sauce! It’s the trunk for you! Naughty bad bad Apil! Herger’s mine!"