| * The ragged man looked set to deliver a tirade about lewd gutter bound behavior, but his shoulders slump when he notices that the Dane has set about nothing more than the tease part of strip tease. Looking about, his naked feet stick uncomfortably to the liquid detritus on the cheap Persian rugs that make up the floor coverings as he walks towards the bar. Checking his coin purse he finds, to his dismay that it has gone astray. To the bar-keep:*
Er, do you run a tab? - Curdis ! |