“Are you ready to go?” I tried to sound cheerful again.“Yes. I’m sorry, Mick. I’ll be leaving as soon as I’m done.”“Leaving? What are ...you talking about? Was I really that bad a date?”“No. What? No, you are not a bad date.”“Then let’s go. We have a date to finish and we’ve wasted a big chunk of the day.”Jos blinked a few times, then flew into my arms. She kissed me, hugged me tight and kissed me again.“Do we need to ask Lissa to excuse us?”“What? Um ... no ... Mick?”“Yes?”“I’m starving.”“Come on. The Eluvian had stayed quiescent, the Deep Roads entrance devoid of darkspawn, and the Architect asleep. I spoke to Alistair and Aedan every day, and slept alone, shivering, every night.In short, I was lonely.There wasn’t much to be done about it. Despite my best effort, I wasn’t a Warden – or at least, we couldn’t admit that I was. I wasn’t the best fighter, or the best navigator, or the best strategist. The Wardens had all of those positions filled. And none of them could run the Keep the way. ..what?” Becky turned and looked at me, “I think I have found someone suitable and he lives fairly close to us.” “I...I didn’t even know that you had been looking.” Becky got up and fetched her laptop and showed me a website where white couples advertised for black males. Becky went into her account and showed me the advert she had placed. It read: ‘Young married white female looking for black male willing to make her pregnant. Husband approves.’ Becky then opened up her email box. There. It happens everywhere in life, and it happens here, too. A girl can be in a terrible mood. She can be arrogant, or not quite ready yet, or perhaps she just came out of an hour long pounding with The Guy Who Never Came. It’s difficult to put one’s finger on it, but it happens. It happened to me, too. It was during a rather unplanned visit to the District. I was getting home from work and I was only aiming to walk through the area, when I realized: I haven’t gotten laid in a while, I haven’t.