“A medieval avatar is a bold statement,” I typed, extemporizing, not having the time to deal with any deluded thinking.“I knew you would underst...and the diplomatic necessity,” he answered.“Can you tell me where our friends with the carriage and horse escort are located?” I typed.Webster zoomed the map over to a small hamlet on the King’s Road, which didn’t fit with my expectations.“Your companions stopped and returned to this merchant filled village during the inclement weather,” Webster. “You don’t understand, Seth. You can’t take away the destination. From what little you’ve told us about this, it won’t matter where the missing women are. The Lockdown will continue sending them the energy.”“What about a shield,” I suggested, wrestling with different ideas, “or some kind of null space? Something that will sever the connection.”“The reason so many people hate dealing with syphoning spells is because they are so difficult to alter or divert,” she said. “It’s not like you have a. Bill queried Joanne, who choose Truth. “Have you ever had group sex?” he asked.Her answer: “I’ve never had the opportunity… so far.”That was an intriguing answer. It was my turn. I turned to Amy. “Choose”“Truth,” she said.“Sorry, actually you had two Truths in a row. This has to be a dare.”Her eyes got wide. She was only dressed in her panties, and she knew I’d have some diabolical dare for her. I did.“Telephone your grandmother and tell her you think you’re pregnant.”Her eyes got wide. The last one of a Friday night is essentially a moving cage of drunks, suddenly deprived of the diversion of holding a bottle to their lips and faced with a choice of either general social abuse or entry into the first stages of the hangover. Neither are pretty, you don't want to get the last train.I push myself up from the table and turn towards the door, gaining a wet sleeve in the process as I steady myself with the bar. A portly guy leaning against the door staggers out of my way to let me.