.17We went into the theatre and into the bar, I saw him almost immediately, he was standing talking to another man, the guy must have been in his late...fifties, he nodded but made no move, he had a drink in his hand, Julia saw him and started to move towards him, I caught her arm, “wait” I said, “why, he’s over there” she said, “I know and he has seen us so when he is ready he will either speak to us here or in the theatre” I said, “but why don’t we just go over and talk to him” she said,. He's never talked about Vietnam. I've never asked him. His face recites chapter and verse with its dark, sunken eyes, and its tired flesh cut through with wrinkles like rice-paddy ditches.He talks of his "return" with soft words. He is proud of his "rehab" from drugs and drinking. He volunteers with a local veteran's group that works to keep other vets from falling back into the insentient hell they've barely escaped. He grieves for those who haven't.Tanya, Vance's wife, is 32. She. Fred answered the door and welcomed me in, but the first thing I noticed was that there was only one queen-sized bed in the room. I was getting a little nervous at that point and said, “Oh, I see there is only one bed. Would it be alright if I just slept in that big chair by the window?”Fred said, “Oh yeah, sorry about the bed situation, but you can either sleep in the chair, or we can share the bed. It is plenty big and we’ll have enough room, but it is your choice.”Because Fred seemed so. No one could suggest any other explanation, so we sort of accepted it, if reluctantly.We marched out and made camp several hours north of where we had been, the Wardens sharing space with Cailan, Sereda, Lanaya, Greagoir, Irving, several of the human and dwarven nobles, and their retinues. The three groups of Wardens would head south as soon as the location of the generals and the Archdemon were available, and I would stay with Cailan, overlooking the battle from a small cliff. The mages and.