I called Ann and Floyd today," she said quietly. Brad said nothing, but the foot he'd propped up on the ottoman slipped to the floor. He leaned forwar...d... hardly more than a tiny shift of his weight... but he was ready to stand."I told them I never wanted to see or hear from them ever again," Ashley said. She left the simple statement hang in the air for a moment. Brad's body relaxed slightly and he settled back into the overstuffed cushions."They apologized for what they did," she continued.. Taking a step forward, the towering Viking warrior smiles charmingly, and says, "Bonjour". Sinric, speaker of both Norse and French and acting as translator between the two warring factions, glances uneasily from the Emperor, to Rollo, confused whether to translate Gisla's tirade or not. The Emperor raises a single finger into the air, then draws it down sharply. Guards rush forward, causing the Vikings to huddle close to protect each other's backs, some producing concealed weapons ready to. They kissed, and then he convinced her to moan as a joke to see if I'd run upstairs. "Very funny," I told her. We went back downstairs.We did our shots, then I told her that she should kiss him again but this time so I could watch. She stood up and pulled him up off the love seat. Before he leaned in, she told him to take it easy this time and don't shove his tongue all the way down her throat from the get go. So he slowed down this time and I watched them make out. Then he sat back down. I heard stirring when Aedan and Zevran finally returned to their tent, and then the camp was quiet.I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I woke with a start in the morning, jumping right out of my bedroll before I caught myself. It was still dim in the tent, early morning light just starting to filter through the canvas. I glanced over at Alistair to see him still sleeping peacefully. He was curled on his side around a space where I'd obviously spent the night. His face was angelic,.