It was amazing to think what fire could do.  In a brief flash it could steal the oxygen right out of a person's lungs...taking away any cry for help.<br/><br/>Victor's left eye twitched once, and he shook his head subtly before standing and turning and grabbing the towel he had left beside the tub.  He rubbed the sweat from his body, his back turned to Abia as he considered how to begin.  How much should he reveal?  Should what he reveals even be the truth?<br/><br/>Without turning he begins, "You have a lovely place here.  Many travelers come through, I assume?"