I found him on the edge of town as he was cuffing a captured fisherman over the head.“Torstein, make your report!” I shouted.“Yes, my Lord,” ...e replied. Torstein backhanded the fisherman one more time, knocking him to the dirt. One of his subordinates dragged the man away.“My Lord, none escaped by sea. Twenty townsfolk are dead or dying. The rest were captured by my men or ran back into town.”“Any casualties?” I asked.“Aarik Olufson, my Lord. He took a spear in the belly—I do not think. "Each man assured me that they would make themselves available to meshould I call on them and I returned to my hostess duties with a newsense of purpose in my life."XXXThe patrolman was young, certainly not yet thirty, and quite tall. WhenAnn opened the door, she found herself looking directly into the man'schest."Yes?" Ann asked, looking up at his chin.The officer checked his note pad. "Oh, good evening, ma'm. I apologizefor interrupting your evening, but I was asked to swing by and do. Through the door she could hear his muffled voice speaking to the class. His familiar tone was steady and strong. She tried to focus on him and not the sounds of the students. Paintbrushes and pencils clicking together. Easels being placed on tripods. Wooden stools scratching across the linoleum floor. For a moment she felt like running. Turning around and not going through with it. She paced back and forth in the small room as if to try and give herself a running start to flee. Suddenly she. ’ The conversation lasted until the lunch break was up, Alan contributing some, but mostly Leon and Oksana talking. ‘By the way, were are you living?’ Leon asked as he stood up, getting ready to leave. ‘Up in the upper dorms. Second floor of D4.’ ‘HAHA! I live on the third floor. 308.’ ‘I’m in 208! I’m right below you!’ ‘Perhaps you and I will meet again.’ ‘I hope so,’ Oksana thought to herself wistfully. Later that night, there was a knock on Oksana’s door. Oksana had her nose buried in a.