He only agreed to postpone taking the Black Core inside out of consideration to the mysterious expert that first found it.“Back to camp?” Giant Ha...vreim grumbled, the first to digest Zax’s narrative. “You haven’t answered all we have to ask, only these two’s questions. And we are exchanging questions, not requests, so ask as many as yours now and let us continue with ours”. Regretful for the spilled beer, he picked another one of his several glasses; few were empty, and finished it in one. I heard a voice in the darkness. My head ached terribly. I wondered how long I had been laying there. The bottle in my hand felt empty, but I wasn't sure. I lifted it to my lips. A few drops was all that was left. A faint light showed from the doorway, as I heard the voice again. "Paul, Paul are you in here?" A figure was standing next to me. I knew the voice, and the fragrance, like springtime. I looked upward, God my head hurt. "Donna, is that you? Donna, you're too late." I felt the tears. After the Howards were dealt with, it was better than I could have dreamed.When the Howards were alive and the Salt Wars were looming, the compulsion to fix the situation was always with me, regardless of what I was doing. Once George and Charles Howard met their fate, it was as if the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders. It took a few days after the showdown with Georgie Boy for that to register with me, because I was still discombobulated from the lightning bolt.As I said. Always wear make-up was another rule my mother instilled, so my face was delicately highlighted, with lips of cool pink. My long blond hair was hooked back over my ears, to fall over my shoulders.They were obviously waiting for me, so I stopped in front of them, and asked "Well?" Hi!" began the blond guy. He was over six foot tall, so even in my 3" heels he looked down on me. "I think we need to talk?" he continued, then held out the photograph to me. "This is you, isn't it?"I looked at the.