Part 3

From the point of view of the other Gods, several very confusing things happened all at once. First, Sargon found himself seated on a chair with a beer in hand. Second, the psychic pressure had vanished, and in its place was a feeling of tranquil peace as Vordea was sitting in the lounge chair next to Zalas, in her formal black dress. Thirdly, all the ice had vanished and the room had returned to normal, doors and windows intact, with the patrons of the Inn were looking around quite confused at the series of events. Finally, Eigengrau was suddenly in front of Agbus, who himself was surprised to find his hands empty and his sleeves full of broken sword.

”What-“ Agbus began before being interrupted.

”We’ve had a talk. I regret that I had to use All Stop but I didn’t have a choice.” Eigengrau answered, cutting off Agbus. “But first, Vaust?”

Vaust looked up and acknowledged Eigengrau but did not speak.

”Thank you. Patrons, you did not see anything here today. It’ll be very bad for your life if you did, understood?”