I passed Viper my pipe. He seemed to enjoy it immensely. I took a sip of his whiskey. Dry, full bodied, rich, in fact everything a good whiskey should be. Where he found it I have no idea but I didn't bother to ask. I offered it to Kiya, she simply glanced at me and turned back to her discussion with Jolie. They seemed so serious all the time. As far as I could see the orcs were no immediate threat. Although what lay behind this barrier was still a mystery. Viper was feeling uneasy about it. I passed the flask to JVB who guzzled it greedily. Apparently he'd had a hard day.

Night was falling..

" Road rage, air rage. Why should I be forced to divide my rage into seperate categories? To me, it's just one big, all-around, everyday rage. I don't have time for distinctions. I'm too busy screaming at people. " -George Carlin