Maybe all her dreams had been for nought. She had chosen a contemporary style of Architecture that focused on clean lines and incorporated natural as ...ell as metallic elements, tastefully decorated with both passion and a restrained hand. The effect had been an efficient, clean generally soothing space. This space was more than a house to her, it was her home, though what would happen to this home tomorrow had yet to be answered to her satisfaction. But now was not the time to ponder on that.. 'The type I wish to make is rather.....liquidy.' 'What is your name, friend?' Asked the Nord, now very interested, but still playing. 'My name you shall know as Pylon, for now.' Lord Drad said. 'And what is yours?' 'My name is no secret around here....I'm Raflod, the Braggart.' The Nord replied with comfort. 'But how can you make a fence from liquid?' Lord Drad was loosing his patience now, however, and decided that the game needed to be ended, and business begun. 'I am looking to sell dreams,. But no matter where he looked he didn't see Beth anywhere.Heading outside he noticed two young boys just outside his door. One was leaning with his back against the wall and the other seated. They appeared bored, but other than that they seemed to be just killing time. They might have appeared to be guards if they weren't so young. Why were they here? Did Beth have them stationed here for a reason?"Excuse me, who are you and why are you outside my house?" asked Wolfgang as he looked them. He was a distinguished looking, very attractive man, with wit, grace and a smooth, almost old world charm. There is little doubt that there were many women who would be happy to drop their panties for Johnny Wagoner. But he never flirted with anyone with whom there was any chance of that happening. And while his flirtations could be outrageous, they were always light hearted and non-threatening. He always stayed inside, if just inside, the line of good taste, and avoiding any hint of.