Y'know, whatever. How about some more spirit in that drink girl? It's getting pretty hot in here, he'd say in his whiskey-soaked husky voice, twinklin... his devilish rum-soaked eyes. Set, Indy, Lion, call him whatever.He'd go on, talking to whatever pretty young lass was by his side, being all Mr Lothario, seducing her with his voice a spiced blend of all over the world. A noticeable southern drawl laced with a british accent (his schooling days) and touched up with the inflections of exotic. None of them had boots or purses worth taking. By then the woman was sitting up and looking about, her ripped-away dress in her hands. She had a tangle of long, dark hair flowing over her shoulders and a bruise on her cheek, but otherwise seemed unharmed. Her dress, however, was ruined, a torn pile of expensive rags. She held it up to show me."Who are you?" she said, after clearing her throat a couple of times and spitting.I told her I was an American soldier, a Continental."These were beasts,. They were delighted by the leftovers and the tentative plans for Christmas. They also remarked about how stunning Lori looked after her day with Linda.That night, we weren’t particularly careful about how much noise we made and Hope and Carl reciprocated. Their cries started our cries again and I started to think that if we didn’t get out of here soon, the four of us would dispense with the bedrooms and just crowd the living room since we were practically in the same room as it was.That next. In all my wisdom that I had accumulated over the years I came to the conclusion that, that microscopic mark/symbol was a hallmark that Merlin used. At this point I have to add a bit of a side note. At some time or other everyone must have heard of the great wizard Merlin. Reportedly he is the greatest, wisest, learned and most arrogant wizard in all of history. I’m sure some court jester gave him all those titles and over the years they stuck. There’s also rumors he is quite gifted in the looks.