Sharon noticed that the curtains had been pulled down and some of the chairs were upside down on the tables. "Are you locking up?" she asked the ba...man. "Not much happens here on a Tuesday night," he said as he poured two glasses of Old Pultenay. "I reckon that you would be a bit of a scotch drinker," he added, "Would I be correct?" "Well you never know what the wind can blow in," she said, "and yes Scotch is one of my favourites." "Ice?" he asked. "Definitely," Jacko grabbed. "Oh, I remember you all right, Rona. I remember you just fine. Whaddya doin' here, if I may ask?" I said. "Actually, I come here from time to time. About a week ago, when I was leaving, you were arriving. I asked around. I found out you frequented this place. So, I guess you could say I laid in wait for you," she said. I stared at her. "For godssake why? We're done, Rona. Your last betrayal, really was your last." "Hmm, yes, maybe. But, I'm a little older now, and a little wiser. But, you. And more corpses. Did you see a ghoul come through here?”“What? No, can’t say we did.” Alistair was looking more and more puzzled as we went, and I was sure our expressions matched perfectly. “Should we have?”Conrad and Rolan exchanged frowns, but declined to elaborate further. “Have you found Anders and Solona?” Conrad asked.I shook my head. “So they are here, somewhere? We assumed, when we saw the templars...”Conrad sighed. “Long story.”Uncertainly, Alistair pointed back the way the two. ." Well," I allowed, "maybe not broken up, but... Definitely not... Together. For the moment." Are you looking for a replacement?" Michael asked, jumping into the gap. "I'm available. I can tell you with no ego, I'm twice the lover he is."Meredith and Stasya and I traded glances and said nothing. It was the sort of thing Zach would say, and out of his mouth, it would be harmless. From Michael's, though—from the mouth of this strange manling we didn't know and didn't understand... "You don't.