Dumbly I echo what Tyr asks, "Eight-thirtyish?" I feel my face drop. So he says enough about work, but he's going to ask me to run errands or something else. Gods I'd be up half the night. Why else would one of the gods be interested in talking to me. I continue to talk as we walk closer to the ruckus at Brokk & Eitri's, the best weapon shop and jewlery in town. "Well, I was planning on being curled up on my couch with a bag of popcorn watching TV. But other than that I am not..." I stop midsentence and step. The new guy was actually picking a fight with one of the proprietors, Brokk. "...busy..."

"I wouldn't do that were I you," Tyr says to the dwarf taunting new guy. Apparently he didn't have much experience with dwarves or their tactics. Needless to say his grin doesn't last long when Eitri comes out of nowhere to headbutt the new guy's groin. We can't help but chuckle as Brokk reclaims the sword. "Told you so."

"See what I mean," I say to Tyr while motioning towards the new guy curled up on the floor. After a time I offer my hand to help him up. I figure his ego is bruised enough, but would he be too proud accept my help...