Sarah was the name of our cocktail waitress if her nametag was accurate. She had started out the evening with a cheery disposition. She wasn't so chee...y now."Excuse me," Marjorie hissed. "We're having a private conversation."Sarah ignored my girlfriend and continued. "I've seen it countless times since I started waiting tables. Of course it has been happening a lot more since we were all told those lizard men were on their way."The "lizard men" Sarah was referring to were the Sa'arm, a race of. Ghan. It sounded like Brazen and Ghan would both be fighting. And Kyaza must be the human woman. She had ebony skin, a hue darker than I had seen. That meant she was from the Halani Desert or the lands south of it. Maybe the Savannah. The Centaur had a dusky-olive hue to his skin and a mustache whose tails draped down past his lips and dangled beneath his chin.“I’m looking forward to the maze,” a naga cooed. “It sssssso rarely getssss run. Eurydice so enjoyssss her fun, but ... I don’t think. Since Mary wasn't allowed to go anyplace by herself, my Aunt asked if I would accompany Mary on the bus. Naturally my Mom volunteered me and said yes. Now I was really depressed. Not only did I still have to go to the Christmas Eve party, but I had to go early and take my boring cousin Mary. I complained bitterly to my Mom that Mary acts like a frightened sheep and that embarrasses me. Plus she doesn't say more than 5 words. Needless to say I lost the argument and just after 5:00 pm I was. She smiled, brightly, pleased by the nature of students.Stepping inside she looked towards a plaque, pursing her lip as her eyes scanned over the building's layout, apartment 22 was on the third floor and while there was a pair of elevators at her disposal, she disregarded them, the stairs would be just as quick she fathomed.Making her way up the tiled steps she kept her hand on the handrail, not wanting to slip in her rather smooth soled shoes as she climbed upwards. As she passed the first.