A brief look round the room confirmed that all the men were dressed in a similar manner. The only women in the bar were a gaggle of four goths sitting...in a corner. A man wearing only a pair of leather shorts and a dog collar knelt on the floor next to their table. One of the women held the end of the chain attached to his collar. Kimberly tried her best not to laugh, but it was hopeless. She laughed, he laughed. They both laughed together. “I am George by the way”. “Kimberly, Nice to meet. She did this to avoid Michael. Michael had got up early to avoid his mother, deciding to go for a long run, stretch his muscles and gets some fresh air. He covered farther than he would normally run and was covered in sweat by the time he got as far as he intended. Now he had to run back home, but at a slower pace. He stopped for a minute and his phone pinged. His Aunt Susan. “Get to my house now.”Oh, sounded like trouble!He messaged to say where he was and how long it would take to get to. "He's a tactician and a when losing a durable decoy those are his strongest perks." Pyhrra tells them "He can't make the quick decisions every fighter needs to make not in in our spars and certainly not in a real fight." She continues in a saddened tone. "He says he came from a long line of warriors some even before the profession of huntsman. But, he lacks the talent." "Be that as it may he has been improving slowly but sur-" Ren chimes in but is cut off. "Slowly, keyword *Slowly* at his rate. " Yes, there's still lots to talk about but not until after the weekend, Ihave a job to complete for a customer and there's my hospital businesscoming up soon so I have to make sure no work is left undone." Would Wednesday suit you, a film and then supper perhaps?" Okay and if your work gets in the way, we can make it Thursday orFriday."We left the restaurant and my walking required less concentration becauseI had my arm securely tucked under John's. Once we were settled inGeorge's taxi he.