"What's with all the Vikings and Celts running in and out?" the dragon lady asks and scratches her head in confusion. "I mean, how'd they get back here so fast?" she asks Caily. "I just flew their trunk (the one with the Aegytian princess in it) to A's Watering Hole, and set it down right beside them. The one they just took must belong to someone else. Phew! Flying to AEgypt and back is thirsty work. I think I need a drink!" Kash in hand, she looks around the pub for the owner of the mystery trunk and sees Apiladay hiding under a table. He's shaking his head and shussing her. Approaching him with what for her is a friendly smile - though she's heard even that one scares some humans - she makes him an offer he can't refuse. She offers to buy him a drink in exchange for a satisfactory explanation. "Are they gone yet?" "Who?" "The Vikings." "Yes" Apiladay emerges and sits across from her. "I don't wish to be put back in the trunk, you see." "That's understandable," the dragon lady agrees, pushing the bowl of kash closer to his grasping fingers. "So...?" "Ah, well I put another trunk of roughly similar appearance in its place," he confides, wiping the sweat from his brow. Before allowing him to have his precious kash, she pumps him for another piece of the "Trunk, trunk, who's got the trunk?" puzzle. "Why is it so heavy, then, if you and the Aegyptian are no longer inside?" "I filled it with ostrich dung," he whispers in my ear and snickers conspiratorially. "Now may I have my kash?" Laughing uproariously, she hands the Meso his reward.