...something Herger did not...I'd had my fair share of shady lovers, not to mention burglers, namely that Egyptian thief who took my silver through trickery! I poured myself another stout while conjuring up ways of torment next time we crossed paths. But that was very unlikely as he wouldnt dare show his face back home. Home! It had a nice ring to it. Hergs was admittedly feeling homesick and needed the cold air on his face again. It made me feel alive and vigorous with energy. Ack!! These mushies were making me all mushy.

Straightening up a little, I looked around at Anarane and Cat, and gave a nod. It was time to split and head off to our next raid. But where we ended up is a matter of conjecture even to the skalds, but for us it was like a fantastic dream and something right out of the legends of the old gods.

How it happened, I cannot say. I was still under the influence of the mushies, but I reckon it started just after we lifted some of Moghs sidhe stout. We packed the barrels into a cart out the back while he wasnt looking then went down to the ship opening one on the way. After we set sail, with Mogh following in his drakkar, we entered this really thick bank of fog. After that it was kinda hazy for a while then whammo! We arrived HERE at this really neat bar.