“Lissa, please tell the women at the table that I’m sorry. Mick, I’m sorry.”“Good choices of words.”Emicka walked away and I calmly went b...ack to doing the dishes.“Mick, are you OK?” Lissa asked with a hand on my shoulder.“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked quietly.“The way you spoke to her and the way you looked at her. It scared me. I can’t imagine what it did to her.”“It made her more civil, Lissa. No big deal.”“Would you have hit her?” Lissa asked cautiously.I paused for a few moments to. “Take it you think there will be issues?” Róisín replied with a grin.“Hope not, but Kordanta will gut any bastard who back answers my Lady. Said he wishes he was three decades younger so he could challenge me for her hand,” Ferrimoot replied with a proud grin.“He means it too,” Freya added with a grin of her own.“Hopefully he’ll knock a little sense into any hotheads you have,” I chuckled.“I hope so; we’re trying to evolve Murian society into something the Æsir can accept as equals and allies,. His brother owns it, as you all know. He and I had a little misunderstanding, and Mark wanted to make sure that all was okay."“What kind of misunderstanding?" I asked.“There ware some guests that thought that I wasn't professional and complained about me. They were big spenders and Mark's brother John got angry. He wanted me to make it up to them in some way. I didn't know what to say. I just followed the rules."Anyway, he ended up ignoring me the rest of the day on the shift, and Mark wanted. A stark contrast to the sweltering heat of Australia, the landscape is cold, frosty and an endless sea of white.I spot the gem buried in the snow and I pick it up, wondering how this is possible. It’s then that I see a small stone building. I walk towards it, taking the gem with me, not knowing what else to do. I find a doorway, with no door. I walk inside it and am surprised when the gem flies out of my hand, and sticks itself inside a pillar, central in the small room. But my attention is.