The bartender came up to me and asked what I wanted to drink, I ordered a beer and a moment later he put a glass of sparkling beer in front of me."Are...you getting out of here," asked the bartender, who probably wanted to have a chat with me, "Well, more or less I'm from Warmond," and sipped the beer.It's quiet tonight, I noticed and the bartender agreed, "yes during the week it is usually a bit quieter than on the weekend".The bartender meanwhile rinsed his glasses and then walked over to one. " I want to know right now!" I glanced quickly at the revolver, wonderingif I had enough time to snatch it from his lap."If you insist." He opened a small box that he had pulled from hispocket, with great care he lifted out a long chain. Suspended from theend was a dull medal with a spinning cherub embossed on its surface."This is called 'The Medallion of Zulo'."I shrugged my indifference, again glancing quickly from the chain to theColt. He held it out, away from his body, his eyes following. "Youshould have seen what I did to Roger..."Jennifer's eyes narrowed at that and she asked, "What about Roger?"I leaned over, and in my best mock conspiratorial tone, I said, "I putsomething in his coffee to get him fired..." Then I giggled. "Ooops...Ithink I used too much."At this point, Jennifer was obviously furious and I could see that shewas barely restraining herself. I realized that if I stayed here anylonger, I was at risk of being attacked by my old friend, and I didn'twant to risk. From across the hut, came the call of his wife, her own gaiety lilting her voice. ‘I know that look, it brings fear to your enemies and heat to my loins…’ Dropping his axe to the ground, he spun and charged to scoop her up in his battle ripened arms. His blond mane matched hers in color and thickness as he pressed his forehead against hers and their faces were curtained in gold. ‘Gudrun my love…’ He kissed her with a deep and unyielding passion. His underclothes were easily pushed aside by her.