Deep underneath that crumbled structure they had placed the stone coffin of the first and still the only leader of all Nilfeheim. Above, in the sealed...hall, sat the legendary throne of Lars Erikson.Hogun knew the history of Nilfeheim well, perhaps even better than the Elders themselves who suppressed and ignored much of it.As strange as it might sound, he had learned more about Nilfeheim while he was away than he ever could on Nilfeheim itself. The Central Archive of the Union held every piece. "Snake!" Said one of the men at their table under his breath. In an old joke, long practiced, several of them hissed at each other. The table erupted in subdued and careful laughter."He seemed nice." The girl said. Eyes rolled at the table. Before stories could be told though, more people came through, introducing themselves, and more hands had to be shaken.As the band began playing, and the servers collected the last of the plates, Peter Murtaugh and his wife approached. Peter introduced. All things considered - both the good and the bad - I was enjoying my life now and didn't want to mess it up or lose it. I resumed my already abnormal 'normal' life.As it turned out, I arrived at my most important answer in just a few weeks. I couldn't stop thinking about it. My minds would frequently wander into daydreams about merging again. There were three major issues:First, my life was bearable and even enjoyable because I had an in-built friend. Merging again would triple the number of. Nothin'." Gim snorts back."Yo... what happened over there?" Rick asks."Ah... just forget it. That bimbo doesn't know left from right." Gim jokes.Everyone laughs hysterically. Ginger wasn't exactly a bimbo but her huge butt (which had some extra pounds on it) made everyone think so."So... on to MORE important subjects..." Gim says."You nervous about that race today?" Tony asks changing the subject."Naw... not at all. I'm the best runner in the school! No one can beat me!" Gim gloats."Don't get.