Farlow drove to the Brodricksburg Inn. I gave him ten minutes to get inside before I got out of my car to follow. My hope was that Farlow was there to... meet his client. The one putting options to buy on properties along River Road. My thinking was that Farlow's client might be responsible for Donald Boland's death.There was no way I could go into the bar and not be recognized. My hope was that Farlow and his client would just ignore me. After all, they had no reason to believe I was interested. “Unless you have anything to offer other than ‘you cannot win, now go away’, I suggest this parlay is over and we’ll speak again in your ruling chambers.”It appeared Morgana was right, the four Drow simply did an about face and walked back to Myrkálfar without saying another word.“Looks like we fight our way in,” I sighed.“Masada,” Arch stated.“You sure, Arch?” Morgana asked.“Yes. We build a ramp up to the wall protected by our Seers and Mages, with shields made from that Loegrian metal in our. “Yes, yes you have. You have been a very good whore lately. I have been impressed how well you’ve adjusted to your place now that you’re back.” Looking at Kasey I ordered “Slap her.” Kasey took two steps up to pet, and without hesitation slapped her hard across the face. “Again,” I said. And again Kasey slapped her. “Slap her tits fiend. Make sure and get her nipples good.” I stood back and watched as Kasey first slapped one of pet’s breasts, then another. Her small hands left tiny prints on. Second day my un-coordinated self wasn’t watching were I was going and bashed into the big birch tree out the front of school. I spent the next 10 minutes thinking my nose was broken and trying not to cry. And then today, the third day late. Everything seemed just fine until my school bag (hand-me-down of course) broke in front of the school gate just as the bell went. So you can imagine, all my homework now features a variety of muddy shoeprints everywhere. But this is my unlucky life, and I.