Alistair is down there. Aedan is down there! If Riordan doesn’t get there in time...”Cailan’s puzzled look morphed to one of pure horror. “Why...didn’t you tell me?”“I thought Duncan had!” Stupid Grey Warden secrets. “Cailan – we need to hurry.”He nodded and raced off towards the milling nobles, shouting orders and demanding greater speed. I grabbed my own pack from the camp, my Earth items tucked in the bottom, rations and potions on top for ease of use. I realised I’d left my daggers somewhere,. “What the fuck are you doing?”The deep bellowing voice shocked me out of my fantasy. I physically jumped and might have let out a little bit of a scream.Standing there with hands on his hips was Gary, the manager of the pool.Gary and his wife manage the pool. They are in their late forties or early fifties, I would guess. They are nice enough and we say hello each time I go to the pool but I’ve never really had a conversation with them. I had seen Gary get pissed off at people not obeying the. Her being naked didn’t surprise me.Good Fella shook me and yelled in my face. “ARE YOU STEVE HAWKINGS!”My eyes focused on his mouth, his breath smelled of garlic. I answer. “No, no I, I’m Steve Harris you want Stephan Hawkings.” I start to tell him Greg hired him for security, but then I remembered Greg told me he had never heard of the guy. I glad I kept my mouth shut. The fucker would have probably beaten the shit out of Greg trying to get information that he didn’t have.“Stephan Steven it’s. “Theoretically, it’s undecided, but it’s looking better and better to me from my end of things. I only hoped that you would want more of what I had to offer. Glad that you do. In fact, if it’s not too forward, I hope to become Mrs. Donald Abramowitz someday, maybe soon. What do you think? I could be your slave-wife. A lot more fun than other wives.“Your slave-wife wouldn’t object to your bachelor party, would probably find the kind of strippers for it that would turn tricks for extra pay. Hell,.