What might be your name?" I am called Joerg Isebrand, Wulf Isebrand's son, Lord," Joerg answered politely. He had no quarrel with the nobleman, after ...ll. "May I ask your Grace's name?"A grin spread over the nobleman's face."Ottfried, you fool! You almost picked a fight with the Butcher of Warnesund. You are Wulf Isebrand's son, too? What is your purpose on my lands?"Joerg knew then that this had to be the Count of Merseburg."My purpose, your Grace, is to get away from Hanse territory," he. ” Damon countered.“Yeah but not as huge as this.” Tristan stated the obvious.The estate was as huge as a castle. Since his mum had re-married about two years earlier and gone off to like with her new husband, Damon lived alone. He did miss his mum but Luke was a very nice person and most important of all, good to his mum so he was okay with their marriage. He was not totally alone though. The household staff was always around. Much as he hated the concept of domestic help, he needed them to. As we made an extensive day hiking tour on Sunday, we were a little surprised about the now quite empty hotel when we returned in the late afternoon. Contrary to Saturday, no new guests came. But when we returned at the reception I noticed a single lady who had probably checked in again. But I did not pay her much attention. My wife was a little tired from the hike and wanted to stay in her room after dinner, I, however, wanted to use the wellness area extensively on the last evening. After. Again, I was in shock. I sat there motionless for a few moments. It was so surreal I didn’t even notice the cock disappear from the hole. When I came to my senses I was alone. Slowly, I got up and washed up in shear disbelief. Before I left the bathroom, I looked in the stall again. I don’t know why. Maybe I wanted the cock to reappear or I was wondering if it was all just a trick. Confused I walked out. My cell phone rang, just as I was making my way out of the restroom. It was my dad telling.