" He looked very tired with dark bags under his rheumy eyes. Thick blue veins criss-crossed his forearms and hands. His mouth seemed to flinch or squi...m now and then and his left eye flickered steadily. I wouldn't have hired him to clean the men's room."Right," I said and headed for the pre-fab green building in the outfield. The white-haired equipment man was hard at work along with one of his sons, a man of fifty or so who was called a clubhouse "boy." I introduced myself, both men squinted. Was this what pain was? Interesting, then he quickly decided that it wasn't for him.Looking in a mirror he almost gasped when he saw that the wound was hardly healing at all. So he thought, it was true about the swords. If cut it took much longer for a god to heal.Touching the slight cut he winced again seeing that the seepage had started to stop. Well, it had 'til he'd touched it.He stood, then quickly fell to the floor, finding that one of his legs was folded under him at an odd angle. Again. I'm going to give it to them right now."Chuck hung up and looked at me and smiled. "Ben says I can do it. Shoot fire, we'll be employing a bunch of people with this much equipment. Now, that's helping someone."We walked back to the group and Chuck told the station chief, "It's a deal. You can use my debit card and finish the deal."The chief looked at Chuck, "What in the hell are you doing with that kind of money?"Chuck said, "It's a long story. Some guy tried to hurt me a couple of times and. The queue was remarkably short; normally there would be a throng of hunters and warriors but they were strangely absent. After I explained that I would be outside in the cold all day, the victuallers made sure to provide me with plenty of protein.Although I reached Matra Glandira’s establishment before the allotted time, it seemed I was the last to arrive as there were three village girls already waiting inside the entrance.Thyrhonda was a very pretty girl whose presence would brighten any.