Warstomp and Badmorgan were the protection detail. Along for the journey was the mine’s head of transportation - a centaur named Weaverical. There w...as also a pixie called Twinlenald who was the inventory specialist. A few hours into the journey, the caravan stopped for lunch. The various b**sts and creatures ate their morsels. Badmorgan mouthed something to Twinklenald. The three-foot-three-inch, fairy being followed the huge ork into the thicket.“Sgt. Badmorgan,” giggled the pixie. “How can I. She looked down at Betsy’s calendar for a moment, flipped through a couple of pages, and then sighed. She was not looking forward to dealing with this issue. She knew from personal experience this was a particularly emotional time of a woman’s life. Sweet young women could turn into fire breathing dragons at the first sign of a problem.She grimaced when she realized that she’d also be dealing with four mothers.“What?” Betsy asked upon noticing the sour expression on Charlie’s face.“When are you. I really pisses me off when owners don’t bother to maintain the glorious buildings that are the proud heritage of this country. At any rate, a slightly wind-blown two minutes later and I was looking at the security fence between embassy and the building that I was on. Looking down into the darkened street I could see the public moving around, four stories below, going about their business. Even better I could see the windows of Meijin’s rooms. At just seven in the evening it was already dusk. I then packed the bookbag I used for school, and walked out the door. Hannah and I both lived way out West of the outskirts of Richmond. And we lived about a mile away from eachother, so I just rode my old bike to her place. And it took only twenty minutes to get there. Her home was rather large and elegant (her father owned a hospital in Petersburg and could afford the American Dream for him and his family) and was located in the boonies with only the common rolling hills of Virginia that.