One evening while on vacation in Florida, we decided to stop into a local pub by the motel we were staying at. It was really crowded. I mean wall to w...ll people, it was difficult to get to the bar to order a drink. We finally made our way to the bar, it was packed. As we tried to get the bartenders attention, a gentleman said here you go, Im on my way out. So my wife slipped right up to the bar and I was able to squeeze in but it was tight. We ordered and were talking about our trip, there. 'Oh, wow!'", she said, raising her voice half an octave, and plating a rasping Brooklyn accent over the top of it. "'You really think I look like Jenny Easton?'" I know," Blake said. "I've seen you pull it before. I'd still feel better."Jenny let her voice go back to normal. "Nothing's going to happen, Blake. As soon as you take off, I'm Jennifer Evachevski, and that'll make me feel as good as anything. You have a good time, and get rested up. It's going to be tough for both of us, soon. On the other side of the field was a small woodlot and then a little sort of valley by the nearly dry creek. Sally led me down the slope and, at the bottom; there was a small grassy area under a big oak tree."I like it here," she said as she flopped down on the grass under the tree. And it was a nice spot. The tree shaded us from the sun, which was getting hotter as the day progressed and the creek, although flowing very slowly, made pleasant gurgling sounds."Yeah, it's nice," but I was. Then reality set in, and I realized that no matter how fine a weapon it was, I had no idea how to use it. My excitement at the day’s catch had sent me to my hole so quickly that it was a long and cold night filled with hunger pains. Winter was nearly upon me. No, I did not go the Temple of Melnar that night, or for many nights thereafter. I kept the dagger hidden about my person and continued my life as I knew it. As much as the promise of a warm meal and safe place to sleep appealed to me, I.