"It's Skyways Soap All-Naturals, apricot scent," I chirped. "You know what they say: 'Skyways Soap, As Pure As the Sky Itself!' The All-Naturals colle...tion seemed right for Anzu Au-Natural."He stood back up, and so did I. He looked almost disappointed. He'd wanted me to cry, to beg, to refuse. I felt ... I'd never been this embarrassed in my life. Embarrassed, but not humiliated. It's hard to explain. Bret had created a game and insisted I play. The Program set the rules and he set the terms of. . so did you like that?” I put my arms around his neck “Of course I did silly that was my first!” he smiled and said “I'm glad it was me then!” “Me too!” I said “Everybody thinks we're married you know!” I said “So what do you tell them when they ask!” “That I'm your wife what kind of a slut do you think I am mister!” I held up my hand “But no ring on my finger makes it kind of hard to tell the lie!” He looked at me real serious “If I got you a ring would you wear it? I nodded yes “You'd have. “If they hesitate, or argue with you, slaughter them, too.”Zukr glanced at Lutin, who was scowling.“What?” Phil demanded. “You don’t expect me to stand for this, do you?”“No, but not easy decision.”“Then go with them. If any berserkers or dragons agree to my terms, they live. If not, they die!” Phil clutched his chest, pausing as he struggled to breathe. “If any flee, I want you to follow them, locating their hideouts. If any other creatures ... are in league with ... the berserkers, kill them. ”“I’ll write down the info and an introductory letter for you before you leave,” Pooka volunteered.“That is so thoughtful of you, Pooka,” shared the woman of the house.The next day the caravan set out. Warstomp and Badmorgan were the protection detail. Along for the journey was the mine’s head of transportation - a centaur named Weaverical. There was also a pixie called Twinlenald who was the inventory specialist. A few hours into the journey, the caravan stopped for lunch. The various b**sts.