It may come as a surprise that we were summarily overwhelmed and courted off to face our fate. My fate. I say that because people tend to over estimate the combative prowess of a brahgus. I find it helps to remember that poor Steve has the heart and soul of an accountant.

“Allll bow!” the major domo pronounced loudly, “For the great and powerful…Oim!” I offered my girlfriend a shrug and got a dirty look for my trouble.

Steve nudged me with his beak, “I think I have to pee.”

“You’ll have to hold it,” I whispered back.

“Silence!” Oim shouted as he approached swiftly, all flowing robes and wild, white hair. I never liked that guy. I let him know too, with my eyes. My girlfriend, bless her heart, couldn’t help but curtsy.

“Sending demigobs to do your dirty work, Oim?” I sneered. Again more dirty looks from Chloe.

“You are insolent beyond your station, Gnud. Now, by the right of succession and by prophetic appointment, I command you to fulfill your destiny…and spit on my hand.”

I said no.