As the enchantment was broken by Abia’s interruption, Victor mumbled words that sounded like distant thunder.  His eyes clearly darkened, and his face hardened. What may have not been so apparent were the flames that had curled about Sarah’s feet suddenly retreating back to the fireplace.   As quickly as the change in Victor came, it departed and Victor was looking up at Abia with twinkling eyes.<br/><br/>“You certainly lack manners, barmaid.”  Victor said pointedly. “I am not as bothered by such behavior, but Lucius is not as understanding as I.”  As if on cue, the fire snapped, and a shower of sparks shot from the fire and landed on Abia’s dress before burning out.  “He and Sarah were getting along splendidly.”<br/><br/>Victor sighed and raised a hand in surrender. “But that is a matter for another time.”  Victor fished his other hand inside his cloak.  “Food. Your best, and lots of it. Drink as well, your most distinguished wine.”  Victor dropped several gold coins on the table. “Something a bit stronger for Lucius though...to drown his sorrows.”<br/><br/>Victor appeared to be finished ordering, but then as an afterthought dropped several more coins on the table, “And barmaid, a round for the house on me; Lucius doesn’t like to drink alone.”