a tiny snack (open to anyone!)

Jor's eyes snapped to Shelley as she asked what it was Jor wanted to see here. She then scanned the shelves looking for what the others had described the codex to be. Clearing her throat, she said. "I think that someone said that you have a codex in this library. That is what I wanted to see." Her mind wandered, tracing a path it had taken before and trying to figure out whether or not the two codexes were related. She hoped so, for it meant she still might have a chance at reviving her clan from its ashes.

"Well - the first is over there." Shelley said - pointing to a Podest, where indeed a huge Book was lying. It was immense. Chained to this special Desk it was closed - as they went over they could see the dark red embroidered Binding with carolingial Menuscles, which could be read CODEX GIGAS.
"I think... this is one of these Books You better should not look too deep into it - because something could look back to You." Volg said.
`I think You have to be small to sense Things like that.´ Fabienne thought, as Shelley brought another one - in a beige Leather Binding. Not as big as the Codex Gigas - but thicker: "This is the CODEX TENEBRVM. It tells Stories about how the Universes are connected together - and how to travel between them. It even has some interesting Details..."
As she opened the Book at Page 170, a dark blue Light came out of it, showing a broad, flat Tempest of slowly moving tiny Lights.
A whole Galaxy, it seemed.
And Stars. Countless Stars.
When Shelley pointed on one special Star - it grew out to be a Sun, surrounded by several Planets. One of them even had Rings surrounding it - which looked as if they were made out of Dust.
And then Carula showed to another Podest: "The third one is this dark blue over there with Brass Engravings - the CODEX MILITIA. Siege Tactics, War Machines, Army Strategies - Stuff like that."
"No Wonder You at least know this one." Farn said laconically.  

"Oh, didn´t I tell You already? I am going to stimulate a special Location of Your Brain." Donna Diana said, as the Tip touched Sprix´ Forehead. Then she smiled like a Shark: "Once I tested another Method - the `Skullout´. But as it turned out - the Patient could see in the Dark - but was dead. So I had to find another homeless Soul - then I was sure, my Method was - uhhm... successful - well, Sort of."

Jor glanced towards where Shelley was pointing, to find the massive book lying on a podest. It was immense, and on the spine, Jor could see "Codex Gigas" She slithered up to the book and grabbed its front cover and was about to open it when she heard Volg speak out. "I think... this is one of these Books You better should not look too deep into it - because something could look back to You." Jor paused for a moment, reaching into a bag she was carrying and pulling out what would appear to be a slightly burnt scroll. The brown parchment rustled as she opened it up and laid it next to the book. She then gave a crazy-eyed grin and said "I am far too deeply involved with these books to worry about something like that." Opening the Gigas, she began to scan the pages trying to match the scroll's message to a page in the book.

Shelley trusted Volg - so she better stood away from this Book. The Passages seemed to get more and more... insane. Much of them obviously aren´t meant to be read by All-Day-Life-People - because they did make no Sense. Some Parts are even not meant to be read easily at all, thus resulting in weird, unknown Letters... But once understood, they surely were able to drive someone completely mad. Because the Sort of Reality they reveal was far too disturbing - so it clearly can´t be the Truth. And yet... now the Seed was set, Doubts will remain. But... To someone used reading Stuff like this the Message was clear.

The Codex Gigas was telling about the Story of the collective Power of Minds - the Force of the UNIMIND. Because everything is made of Energy. Even Thoughts, Desires, Fears and Ideas are. And Energy doesn´t vanish - it transforms. Sometimes many People believe in the same Thing - this can be an Idea, an Object - or even a phantastic Entity. And so... Gods can be born.
Or Demons.
Tragedy in the History of Life is it, that Feelings like Hatred, Fear, Greed, Revenge and such are vastly overwhelming other, more precious ones - this is what makes Feelings like Happiness, Gentleness, Serenity and Love so precious and fragile. So sometimes these negative Energies emerge - and haunt down a Being, that is already loaded with them - and this is how a Demon can come to be.
Thus an ancient Wisdom, written down by `THE ONES BEFORE US´, the Horned Ones, the first to be - in a far away Place named NIPPON called the Santovasku. Once, Aeons ago Rulers of the known Universes - hunted down by the ones, who didn´t understand them, some of their Heritage still remains - hidden in some Worlds. Like anatomical Details, not considered to be `normal´. And so many different Species now exist, hardly understanding each other, often fighting each other - and more often afraid of anyone, who doesn´t look the same. This Imbalance of the Unimind feeds the Demons - and those with ehough Power to rule them. Once an Empress of this prehistoric Race, which lived before Time took measurable Shape, GARUDA BÉA KHAN, whose Picture, drawn in the Book, is one of the less disturbing ones, took the Burden to be the Guardian of this Wisdom - to be watching over any Being knowing about this.

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So it is said by the Authors after the great Hunt, that the Empress has lived through countless Reincarnations, looking after Evidence, that implies the Misuse of this Wisdom. Most of her Reincarnations bear the Name CYRENE.

Silence. Even for a Library it was quiet, as the others were watching, how Jor was reading in this huge Book - waiting, what the Result would be. Somehow... the Light in this Hall of Books seemed to... decline.

Silence. Utter silence as Jor perused the passages that only seemed to grow more insane. Passages about the Unimind, the transformation of energy in the universe, even how Gods and Demons were born. Seeds of doubt began to spring forth in Jor's mind. And along with this information, something seeped into her consciousness. She could feel it permeating through her mind, a dark and savage thing melting into her making her relive her past, her hell on earth and feeding on her rage. Oh, I see. So that's what you are. Outwardly, the only sign of this would be a brief flash of her eyes. Eyes not of her own, and holding intense malice and rage. Then it would be gone and Jor would close the book with a thump, not finding the information she wished. "Well, it looks like I hit another dead end. Though I hardly expected to find an answer here. Still, thank you for showing me this, my friends." She said, with a smile as if her rage moments ago were false.

"Okayyyy... then I suppose, we can leave here?" Shelley asked, while Volg still observed Jor. Just because You can´t see something, it doesn´t mean, it isn´t there. But he could feel something - just as `the Light came back´. But he also realized this is a Job for... someone else - a Professional, so to say.
"Weren´t we out to look for the Forgery?" Fabienne asked.
"Yeah - let´s have a Look after Ivy. Perhaps Bron is there, too!" Farn said and Carula sighed: "I bet he is."
And Volg thought: `Maybe an Angel is just what we need right now... And an Angel like Ivy may be hard to find twice - if every Angel would be like her, Heaven must be a Place full of Castles and Paladins - and without any Lie.´

"Huh? Oh! Of course, I'm sorry I made you wait." Jor responded to Shelley's question. Noticing Volg was observing her, Jor tilted her head to the side questioningly and smiled at him. "That's right. Next is the Forgery! Oh, I can't wait! I hope Ivy doesn't mind sharing her forge, I really would like to start crafting again."

`Ignorance is a Blessing.´ Volg thought, as he stood on a flat wooden Plate with a Clip - supposed to hold some Sheets of Paper. He asked the two Abkhani: "Would You please stand here on this Thing?"
"What for?" Farn asked and Carula shoved him forward: "C´mon now, okay?"
Moments later they floated on this Plate next to Shelley and Jor - in a pleasant Height to see their Faces.
"Comfy!" Farn said, while Volg was concentrating: "I just learned this - I thought it would be... yes, `comfy´."  
Fabienne was amazed - here he could see, You really don´t need to be big to accomplish something - good to know for a Guy, who isn´t even 160 cm tall.
"Theheee... Every Day something completely new awaits us!" Shelley smiled and Carula said: "I know, Volg would be great in learning this magic Stuff!"
"Actually, You thought Donna Diana would eat me." Volg remembered her - and she blushed: "As the most of us, we have some Difficulties to approach someone like her - so I knew her at this Time only from a certain Distance."
Then the Hall before the Forgery greeted them - in all martial Splendour imaginable.  Many old heraldic Flags were hanging from the Vault´s Ceiling, great and heavy Knight´s Armours were standing there like Guardians with impressive Bidenhanders - and in the Middle of this `Sanctuary´... like a lurking Monster a Cannon was shelved - with a Barrel so massive, a Man could hide in it. This huge, dark grey Nightmare, held together by ridiculously big Bolts, Nuts, Rivets and Screws actually had a Crane built on it´s rear End - and an Ammo Cradle attached to it´s Breech, as big as an open Casket. The mighty Wheels, almost 7 Feet in Diameter with their Tank Tracks gave this monstrous Weapon an even more sinister Look. No Doubt - this Cannon, everyone here thought by himself, surely was big and powerful enough to fire even... nuclear Warheads.
And behind a massive Steel Portal, richly engraved with celestial Symbols and Seals, Warmth radiated out - and the Ground was trembling in a deep rumbling Sound. Shelley smiled sarcastically: "Needless to mention it - here we are. This is Ivy´s `Home´, so to say."

sprix remained still.

A little Time after this, Sprix´ Field of View seemed to split - like a Mirror, broken in Half. There was no Pain at all, that surely was true - but it was an odd Feeling - something thin in Your Head, searching for a Point You didn´t even know about Minutes ago...
Suddenly he was dazzled by an enormous Light Flash - and this Feeling was gone.
Sprix felt, as if his Eyes were... awakening. After a little Time this Room seemed to be... in broad Daylight. Even Donna Diana seemed to be bathed in Light... Still kneeling over him, he finally realized, how big he was... as the Sorceress observed her Work proudly, she asked all of a Sudden: "Hey! Wanna enjoy the Night with me? I´ll show You something..."
With a nasty, wet and ripping Sound two mighty dark Wings appeared on her Back - resembling those of an enormous Bat: "How about a little... Flight with me, hm?"

Jor watched as Volg asked the two other minis to stand with him on a strange wooden plate and the how he concentrated to make the plate lift up into the air to a height level with her face. Jor applauded, fascinated by the obvious use of magic. And then they reached a hall, Jor instantly identified as the Forgery. There were heraldries that she had never seen before, armors of all different styles and many of them carrying tempered great swords. And finally the cannon in the center. Jor was captivated by the work this Ivy had so produced. Yes, she feared it and yet she also was entranced by this so called defiance of normal weaponry. She noticed the portal and pointing to it, said "Through here?" She then waited for Shelley or someone of the company to guide her through.

"Yeah - please, go on!" Shelley nodded - and now Fabienne was this curious, he couldn´t wait. The double-winged Portal opened smooth with a deep, impressive Sound of big, working Hinges. The inner Hall was warm, indeed. The main Impression was black, red and yellow, as the monstrous Blast Furnaces howled their glowing Power into the heated Atmosphere, before casting the smelted and refined Steel into portable and handable Bullions. As they came into the Anvil Chamber, they saw a Bed on the Wall, a few Closets, some Chests, a Table, some Chairs and on this Table a little Barrel of Whiskey, near it a third Abkhani was sitting, drinking and smiling, as he watched a full fledged blonde Woman at Work. This Woman was... athletic. And pretty tall - about 190 cm. This impressive looking Individual with her elegant short Haircut and her serious Face with the celtic Earhangers wore a black Leather Top, some tight Pants of the same Material - and massive Boots with Metal Plates, to protect her Tibias. She had impressive Shoulders without losing any of her female Shapes and long and elegant, but also powerful Limbs. No Doubt - this Woman with her nice Washboard Stomach and all the finelined Tattoos, engraved over her whole Body was... strong. Intimidating strong. And just now she was working at a huge Sword, still with a glowing Blade - with her bare Fists: "Metal is not just only Metal, You know. There are Metals, that are of Interest for me. Gold isn´t. It´s good for nothing. Silver can be psychoreactively active - very useful. Lemanthan is also good - for holy Weapons. But Velenite, or Demon Steel has it´s Benefits, too..."
"Okay." the little Guy on the Table said: "But what do You need a Lemanthan Sword that big for?"
"Well... I am getting stronger, I guess... So my Weapon has to keep up with my growing Strength. Otherwise it could break, when I need it." Ivy said, looking at the massive Blade in her Hands and the Abkhani on the Table got big Eyes: "Stronger than You even are? Man, I do so love You!"
Ivy blushed: "You really do, hm?"
"Of Course he does!" Farn said, as Shelley and Fabienne finally walked down the Stairs to the Anvil Chamber. And Shelley said: "And if the Prophet isn´t coming to the Mountain - the Mountain comes to the Prophet, heheee..."
Ivy looked at the Newcomers with Interest, leaning her new Sword at the Wall. It was so heavy, it created a Sound like an Anvil, hitting a stone tiled Floor, as she said: "Why hello, Shelley. You brought some Guests? What is with Your Tavern?"
"Oh, don´t worry - Vortrigan runs it for me just now." the Snow Fairy answered and Ivy frowned: "I remember the last Time he did this - not a `fairy´ good Idea."
"THAHAAA! Good one!" Shelley laughed, while Fabienne was looking around - such a Place he had never seen before...

At Shelley's invitation, Jor followed Fabienne inside, where she was hit with the familiar warmth of the blast furnaces as they melted down the metal to make it more malleable. Jor closed her eye, savoring fond memories like the first time she had forged a sword. She thought about where that had gotten to. It had probably been pilfered from the battle field, she concluded with a note of regret. She followed the others to the anvil room, where they were met with the sight of two invididuals. One was a male mini, staring at the other quite fondly. With an inward giggle, Jor wondered if this was the person that was the "other" besides duty for Ivy. The other one, the blond and muscular yet still feminine one, must be Ivy then. In fact, even if Ivy had not been working a blade right then with what appeared to be her bare hands for that matter, Jor would have guessed that she was a smith. She had the right musculature for the job. Jor listened attentively to Ivy's lecture on metal and nodded. "And you have to listen to the metal's song as well. I prefer crystals though, personally." She said softly, to herself. Then she heard the conversation turn to the guests, paying attention should the need arise to introduce herself unless Shelley did it for her.

Volg and the others flew to the Table, where Bron was sitting. Finally Fabienne stood right in Front of Ivy, merely reaching her to her Sternum. Looking at her in Awe with his deep and clear Eyes he asked: "You really are an Angel?"
Totally hit by Surprise Ivy looked at this... she never had seen someone like Fabienne - and he has obviously never seen an Angel before - so she kneeled down and said: "Yes, I am..."
And then... her Wings showed up, releasing a Blast of cool fresh Air.
"Man, this is a Sight You never grow tired of, I swear!" Bron said, while the others stared baffled, at how the Skyborn managed to unfold her Wings in this narrow Room...

(Wanna hear, how the `Angel´s Wings´ would sound in MY Movie? Go to 04:00 in this Clip - and hear this LOUD!)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3MjRB8tJLNA

Massive Wings like those of a huge white Eagle unfolded, embedded in the soft Glowing of a freshly awoken Morning Sun. And perhaps for the Fraction of a Second You even could feel the Essence of a Sphere unheared of - as Ivy collapsed them again, saying: "It´s too narrow here for them - I have a Wingspan of nearly 7 Meters, You know?"
"How comes You are not wearing this... Nightdress-Thingie?" Fabienne asked, deeply impressed - and Ivy looked at him, surprised again. Then she did the last Thing Shelley could think of.
She laughed.
"Thahahaha... No, the Nightdress-Thingie is only for official Occasions. In Fact we are pretty `normal´ People - like You - at least I don´t see me as someone special, so normally I wear Clothes, that look a bit like Yours - not grey coloured, but blue. And this..." she showed her Leather Clothes: "...comes in handy with my Work here - it´s fireproof."
"Like You are. Fireproof... and hot." Bron said and Ivy blushed: "Drink Your Whiskey, okay?"
"On it!" he answered, while Carula and Farn were laughing. Then Ivy stood up and looked with Interest at Jor: "Shelley, You still lack some proper Manners - who is this? She looks cute."

Jor had also wondered if Ivy was an angel, and so she watched with mild curiosity as Fabienne voiced his question. And then the angel unfolded her wings, unleashing a blast of wind that struck Jor in the face. Jor had a mixed reaction to the sight of the angel and presence of a holy aura. There was a part of her that regarded Ivy like a moth would a flame. She was attracted to the angel, yet knew that should she get too close she'd get burned. She realized that Ivy had asked who she was and introduced herself a few moments later. "I am Jor Tellervo, the Zadnja, fellow blacksmith Ivy." Jor said in her archaic way.

"I am High Ivory, Forge Angel in the 9th Generation. So You do Metalwork, too? This is good... Sometimes You need a proper Task to get a clear Head." Ivy smiled mild - and Shelley mentioned: "Clear Head? Measured at this You must be the wisest Being in the World..."
"At least, I am a little used to Wisdom, unlike You." Ivy replied and Farn whispered to Shelley: "If I were You, I would change the Subject..."
"So, what do You like most?" Ivy asked Jor, while Fabienne looked at Shelley, as she got a pretty red Face.

"Very nice to meet you, Ivory. Yes, indeed, I do metalworking. Or I should say that I did. Admittedly, it has been a while since I've forged anything." Jor replied to Ivy's question. She stared blankly as Shelley and Ivy exchanged a few playful jabs, not knowing what it was about. She turned towards Ivy as she asked her question. "What I like most, hmm? Well, if you meant this in terms of materials, I'd have to say I like Verita crystal. It's very malleable but as it cools becomes hard as diamonds. If you meant in terms of forging in general, when I'm working the metal sings to me and produces the finest melodies. It's simply beautiful, if you choose to listen." Then Jor blushed slightly, as she felt she had revealed far too much about herself.

"Working with Minerals? Thus I hear for the first Time." Ivy said. And Shelley smiled again: "As I said: Every Day something new!"
"As You can see - I am more specialized in pure Metal Works - even renewing and overhauling old Swords and Stuff. Like this one there -which is unique, because it is obviously wished to look `broken´ - and it is made of Bronze." Ivy pointed to another huge Sword, which leaned against the Wall next to her own unfinished one. It looked more like a Steel Beam with a Handle than a Sword.  Pretty dark of Age the Material showed several Scratches, Dents and Nicks - and indeed - it had no Tip.
Fabienne looked at this metalborn Monstrosity: "This is the Sword of... Mastress Craven!"
"Oh, You know her? She now is in the warm Spring, I bet." Ivy said.
"Of Course I know her - she was my Instructor!" Fabienne stared at this huge Sword. After all these Years... And Ivy smiled again: "So You were her `new Hobby´ she once mentioned? She described it as `Tormenting and torturing something sweet´."
"Man - and You let her do something like that to poor Fabienne?" Shelley embraced the Seal again, while Ivy said: "Well - with some Experience You can read how People think - well, only to a certain Point. This Craven surely is hard boiled and has some dark Sense of Humor - but is actually quite a nice Person..."
And Fabienne thought, looking at this unique Sword as Proof of some unbelievable Coincidence: `I am sure, there really is some Sort of... Masterplan. Just As this Ivy once said.´

"Oh, yes. Hmm, Let me show you." Jor said, as Ivy asked about her working with minerals. Cupping her hands together, she then spread them apart and a small rose colored Verita crystal appeared in her hands. She would then hand it over to Ivy, as she turned to look at the sword leaning against the wall. Suddenly, she recalled the story Fabienne had told. I knew it wasn't merely a story. The Titan Feller exists. Here is the proof. She laughed as Ivy mentioned that Fabienne was a hobby that this person tortured something sweet. She could completely understand. Even now, she wanted to tease Fabienne. Suddenly a question popped into her mind. "Say, Ivy. Would you mind if I were to use your forges with you"

"Of Course not - please go ahead." The Forge Angel smiled - to let appear some strange Crystal in her Hands is quite a Trick. She herself had no Clue about `Magic´. If she did something that seemed strange to others, these were `Miracles´, gifted to her by her `Boss´, as Shelley called him. They can be pretty mighty - but the mightier, the more rare they occur.
Meanwhile Shelley stood near Fabienne by these two Swords. The Snow Fairy wondered: "Man, this Thing must be super-heavy! Never seen someone carrying a Sword like this..."
"The first Thing I learned was: No Weapons. If You can´t fight for Yourself without Weapons - having one will sure turn against Yourself." Fabienne mentioned.
"And then Mastress Craven said: `If You are ready for using Tools - ANY Tools will do the Job. But - don´t forget the psychologic Aspect - how a Tool looks may impress an Adversary.´ And this is a pretty intimidating Tool. I think combined with her Body Language, this surely has prevented some meaningless Fights..."

Deep below in the moss-green tiled Pool of the warm Spring - Craven was lying on the Ground. This was no Problem - she only was 155 cm tall - but weighed nearly 100 Kilograms. But that´s okay - so she will hold her Breath for a While. Here she almost felt weightless - and she only heared muffled, quiet Sounds. It was warm, silent and peaceful.

The Titan Hunter:

Craven liked it here. The Guests of this unusual House were mostly tolerable, the Food was excellent, and the Companionship - if wished - was very colourful. Even she herself was surprised to find herself smiling at some Moments. The big brass-embedded oval Fluorite Crystal at the Ceiling of this Vault, bathing this Room in soft bluegreen Light was surrounded by flying Moths. Some flew over the Surface of the Pool, looking down to Craven - others were inspecting the antique Statues in this Hall. Moths did like Craven a Lot - but even she didn´t know why. Perhaps because they loved flying in the Dark? Well - Craven can´t fly- but she liked the Night, too.

Night... is an Advantage.

Jor moved over to a blast furnace and created another crystal to melt down. The light of the fire flickered and danced on her crystalline body and once again, dazzling patterns of light and shadow danced around the room. She then took the molten crystal to an anvil, and having fashioned herself a smithing hammer, began to work the metal into three short blades. She had thought of gifting them to Ivy and Shelley and this Miss Craven as proof of their friendship. Her world consisted only of the metal's song and the strokes of the hammer and she was entirely absorbed by the process. Anything that was said until she was finished, she would not hear thus now was the time to share thoughts.

So Ivy sat down at the Table - and fetched a small Tin Cup, filling it with Whiskey. Watching someone doing a Job can be inspiring and relaxing at the same Time.
"Just look at You! Do You know, how fast You can get drunk in all this Heat?" Bron asked Ivy - then he got a Kick in the Back from Carula: "And now just look, who´s talking Nonsense here! You´ve drunk quite a bit Yourself, remember?"
"Yeah - but I wasn´t working my Ass off!" he replied, falling down the Table.
"As if You ever would have done this!" Farn smiled, as his Comrade climbed up a Leg of Ivy´s Chair. As Bron reached the End of it he suddenly knew exactly where he would spend the next few Moments: "Hey, Farn!"
"What is it?"
"You see my Belt? With the Canteen?"
"Yeah - why?"
"Give it to me, okay?"
So Farn went to the Edge of the Table, seeing his Comrade - on Ivy´s Chair, right between her Legs. So he gave his Comrade the Canteen: "You sure this is allright?"
"She doesn´t seem to be upset, right?" Bron smiled, taking a huge Sap out of his Canteen and looking up to her from where he was sitting: "You know - being hammered and looking at her from here - she is even more gorgeous!"
"And You are even more mad." Farn smiled. He looked at Ivy and got it: She indeed was looking over to Jor - and on how to work with Minerals. This was totally new for her. So she surely had noticed something `down below´, but it doesn´t hurt - so it doesn´t matter either.

Jor's hammer beat out a staccato rhythm on the anvil in time with the song she was hearing. Compressing and strengthening. Compressing and strengthening. Shaping the crystal into the form she wanted, hammer never pausing a beat. Eventually, when she was done, she'd lift the three short blades and plunge them into the cooling bath. She'd then take them over to Ivy to be inspected and to present her with her own blade. The blade would be thin yet incredibly hard. It looked like a compressed hexagon, providing further strength to the blade. Jor scratched her head embarrassedly, and held the blade out to Ivy. "Here. I wanted to gift you a blade to prove our friendship. I'm sorry though, I can't make hilts so you'll need to do that." She also went over to Shelley and provided her with her blade. Then she went to Miss Craven's sword and put her's with it. lastly she went to Fabienne. Using a bit of extra material, she had crafted a dagger for him. "Here. One for you too, my friend." Then she noticed the tines. "I'm sorry, but could you wait till I learn how to make smaller weapons. I'll give some to you as well, I promise." Then she clapped a hand to her forehead, "Oh my! I forgot Diana-sama. I'll need to make her a blade as well."

"WHOO! This looks more like Jewelry than a Weapon!" Shelley looked at this unusual Work with her big Eyes - so did Fabienne. Ivy was deeply touched, saying: "Thank You very much... Yes, I can make some Hilts for these... Oh, yes - if You want, You can stay here, I have a Guest Room..."
As Jor was mentioning Donna Diana, Ivy said: "It is hard to find something that... uhhm - fits her Interests - but I think a good Blade always is a good Choice. She is pretty old School - in her Way. And You..." she looked down to Bron: "You are happy without any Gift, I guess?"
"Oh yes, I am. Being here between the Legs of Mountain Babe, the World is a better Place than before!" Bron smiled - and Carula moaned: "He really is hammered!"
Volg mentioned: "Oh yes - a Propos hammered - why don´t we go to the Booze Box? I think, when Mastress Craven is done with her Bath, she will show up there as well?"
"Yeah! I´m pretty curious about her, too! Must be really some awesome Person - having a Name like `Titan Hunter´!" Farn agreed.
"And we can have a good Look around, if the Booze Box is still intact." Shelley mentioned, while Fabienne was standing next to Jor, looking at his Dagger: "What have I done to deserve something like this?"

sprix blinked several times, still adjusting to the brightness
"sure, i'd love to."