Surely this man did not know him; he had never been to this town before.“Lord Ragan, is it not?” the tavern owner asked, “I swear if it is not.�...�“You know me?” Ragan asked, slightly suspicious.“Ah no, of course not my Lord. I meant no disrespect,” the tavern owner explained, “But I did see you speak once at my brother’s garrison, during his acceptance ceremony. At Shulwin Garrison, it must have been three years ago now.”Shulwin was the local garrison for this area. It was where he had sent his. I've never been in this one."He watched her walk away from him for a moment before following. She had such a great little body which she'd kept so well covered the last time. She was short, but seemed to have legs that went on forever. She leaned over to open the lockbox and he had to turn away to look at the landscaping - after getting a good look first."Damn." What?" she asked, as she straightened back up and started unlocking the front door."Nothing, just looking at the view." Had he really. "Um, tending bar?" Paul says with a tone that implies I asked thestupidest question of all time. "You look like you need a drink, fancy aglass of absence?" You have real absinthe here?" I ask, holding out my glass for Paul tofill."No, not 'absinthe', 'absence'," Paul chuckles. "It's just vodka andlime juice." I take a sip of the drink and my eyes go wide as the strongalcoholic fumes penetrate my sinuses."I'd take it easy on it if I were you," Paul chuckles."I intend to," I laugh as I take. About thirty minutes later I decided to make the move. I casually got up from my chair and told my wife I needed to use the restroom and I’d be right back. She gave me her empty wine glass and asked for a refill on my way back out. Her sister gave me a quick look but I was unable to tell if she was going to follow through or not.I went to the bathroom next to our rooms where were sleeping. It was a bit out of the way of the back door and kitchen where the group was. Upon entering the bathroom,.