I had met the other two in town on shopping trips. There was Edna, a rough-and-ready little brunette, the joker in the pack, with a coarse sense of hu...mour, and Grace, a slightly chubby and stilted grande dame who had never done a day's work in her life because her parents had money and then she had married a well-to-do businessman with fingers in a lot of pies including a Ford car dealership. Grace wore too much makeup in an effort to add something to the perfectly good face which she spent too. ”“The wizards only ask for one year.” He bargains. “True, but this would be the last culling. I will not return demanding more.” I assure him. He smiles at me. “We have a deal.”I gather the leaders of my band together and explain what the plan is. “Do you think we can take half a dozen wizards?” Rebecca asks. Kara shakes her head. “Not if they are full wizards. Not without losing most of our forces.” The Orc woman answers. “What about diverting the stream?” Priyala asks. “That is well beyond my. Bowing to them, she replied, “You’re quite welcome. I’ve eliminated the rest of the pack, so you should be safe now. Stay out of sight though, until you’re given the all-clear.”“We will do as you command,” the Ashanath replied, in its quiet eerie voice.A second Ashanath stepped forward and asked, “What is your name? We would like to know the name of our saviour.”“My name’s Sakura, I’m with John Blake and we’re here to stop the Drakkar,” she quickly explained.The alien gazed at her intently and. "Captain, this should work. If it takes several minutes, don't worry."It took more than several minutes; it was getting on for half an hour when a figure materialised in the vehicle. It wasn't Romy; she ... I was making an assumption ... was over six feet tall, in old money. Apparently completely hairless, her face was smooth; eyes hardly recessed at all, almost no nose, thin lips, ears barely noticeable. Having said that, given a wig, she'd hardly have turned heads in an Earth-side street. At.