> His wry smile was his answer. "It's a long and not particularly interesting > story," he told her, "best told over something strong and liquid. Are we > already in the place in our relationship where we regale each other with old > war stories?" he teased her.
"I'm not sure you'd want to hear most of my war stories. Besides," she added, trying to lighten the mood, "I'd have to kill you afterwards." "You'd have to try, you mean," he told her. "What do you know about Viar's Oaisis?" "SOme kind of seedy bar, caters to traders and smugglers as I recall."
