”Tanvi opened her mouth to ask what he meant, but her mind was filled with the realization that her entire universe existed within a fictional story...written by the man who now sat next to her and who himself lived in a world that might only be some higher being’s dystopian fiction. This could have upset her immensely, implying that everything she’d done or would do was completely irrelevant, but the knowledge came with a context that let her understand that her world was as relevant as anyone’s. There were no cuts this time either. ?Well, if that?s the best that you can do I?m not surprised that little progress has been made. 120 strokes with that little toy won?t achieve very much ? and they were not hard strokes at that. Not the way I like to see things done, I can tell you!? They left her there for a few hours and then she was returned to the sluice for another uncomfortable night. The next morning she was gagged and, still hog-tied, was bundled into the back of a blacked out. "Since I wasn't actually mad at her, I couldn't think of a good reason to decline her offers. Besides, my back was cramping being pressed against the wall corner and really needed a good stretch. Maybe I was getting a bit too old to enjoy sleeping on floors."Sure thing." I said, as she offered me a hand in getting back up. "They both sound like good ideas to me."We remained on our best behavior during dinner and the vast majority of our conversation concerned the twenty-year reunion on Saturday. Brion stared into the hobgoblins’ beady red-eyes as rich dark blood flowed down his blade, he quickly pulled it free and with a sweeping motion severed Wulfgut’s sword arm above the elbow. The red-eyed hobgoblin Warchief fell to his knees in agony, this warrior had crippled him in the blink of an eye. As he tasted his own blood in his mouth the last things Wulfgut heard were the black knight’s angry roar and the hum of his sword as it cut through the air. Brion then watched as Wulfgut’s head.