Fly-tackle-manhugs GW then gives him a swift boot in the arse for leaving us. "Take care of that hide of yours. We'll be expecting it to be in one piece when you get back. "
The symbol I described is one of the runes of the futhark, a mystical alphabet used by the toutonic people, an ancient tribe living in the area of germany. This symbol is used on protection amuletes to help protect freinds and family. When the full set of runes were etched on staves [elongated peices of wood or bone with the rune on one end] they could be cast to tell a persons fortune.
LOL, they were never "in" your head, just your ears. Your neck feels a little funny though, there is a small bone stave with a symbol on it like an inverted peace sign without the circle hanging around it by a feather lite peice of sinew.
A gust of wind lifts cen into the air ang sets her down on a rafter and a dense mist fills the air. a breeeze is fitfully changing direct ions and Cens ears ring with echoeing whispers. "Choose you battless", says one voice "know your aponent says another"
The saloon is the mode of the hellfire where both parties agree to engage in physicle combat or other competition. It would allow you to launch as many water baloons at me as you wish without upseting Dina, and whats more... {garrat vanishes from infront of cen and she hears a voice whisper in her ear] I wouldn't be able to pull any mysticle tricks on you