"Psh. Let me guess--you're maybe 30?" Chilchuck was already tipsy by the time the newest newcomer found her way to the pub room. It was easily his favorite place in the villa with the low ceiling, fine woodwork, and most importantly--the plentiful ale. A few drinks with her and he was feeling pretty good.

"I'm old enough to be the father of half tha' rescue party. I don't someone of your race to get it right away, but don't forget it, you hear?"