Kara followed Hallbjorn down to the basement as he retrieved a bag of gold, and was a bit confused as to what he would be using it for. But when he threw on his long black duster, her thoughts scattered. Her mate was a stunningly handsome man, and she loved that air of danger around him when he was all decked out in black. He looked as he did when he came into her living room in Arizona. Except for the look in his eyes. He wasn't closed off to her now, and she knew she had his heart.<br/><br/>As they drove to Errol's, Kara thoroughly enjoyed looking around at the marshy landscape. She'd been unable to enjoy it the last time they had come. She gasped when she thought she saw an alligator, but Hallbjorn's hand on her knee reminded her that she was safe. One of those beasts didn't stand a chance against him.<br/><br/>When they reached the parking lot, the light of day revealed what she had only guessed at the last time they visited. Now she had a full on visual to go with the noises of Nymphs enjoying whomever they were with. Kara's cheeks were blushing a furious red by the time they reached the door, and she was glad to be inside.<br/><br/>She smiled up at Hallbjorn as he put his arm around her. Kara was very happy that he kept her so close, because she couldn't tell who in the bar were potential enemies or friends. As they came up to the table of strange looking demons, Kara felt like she was a bobble head, because her gaze was darting around the players at the table and how very different they were from the other demons she and Hallbjorn had run into.<br/><br/>Kara was in the process of giving Aron a little wave when his mention of werewolves made her stop. She wasn't sure what to think of the other demons leaving the table, but when Hallbjorn pulled out a chair for her, she dismissed what implications it might have and sat down.<br/><br/>Seeing Hallbjorn bring out the pouch of gold and drop it before Aron jarred Kara. She knew that fake identification wouldn't be cheap, but that was a whole lot of money her mate had just forked over. While Kara knew that he could easily afford it, and he had spoiled her with his money constantly, she was still unused to seeing such an amount spend without a care.<br/><br/>Kara leaned forward to look at the papers on the table. She caught a whiff of whatever the demon was drinking and it had her nose wrinkling. When Aron asked for her information, she cast a glance to Hallbjorn, and then answered Aron. Her eyes grew wide as she watched his hands and those blank pieces of paper turn into very real looking identification.<br/><br/>She felt Hallbjorn's tension beside her and when she looked at him, it was to see his mask of impassiveness. Kara turned to see what he was looking at and wasn't sure what she was seeing at first. She was still new to the Lore, and had trouble identifying most of the species. But when one of them spoke, she had a thought as to what they might be. When Brandr showed up, Kara nearly jerked with surprise. She remembered him from Hallbjorn's memories, and it confirmed that those men were berserkers.<br/><br/>Kara looked at Hallbjorn, and her hand reached out under the table to rest on his. “You are nothing like them.” She whispered softly to her mate. Now she understood why he thought so lowly of the other berserkers, and she wanted to assure him that others of his kind had not affected her opinion of him at all.<br/><br/>Aron drew her attention, and Kara continued to give him her information. It took another moment after she finished relaying it all for him to finish working his magic. When he was done, all of the documents were filled out and ready for her. “Thank you, Aron. That was impressive to witness.”<br/><br/>Though Kara didn't really like him because of the way he treated Hallbjorn, she was still polite with him. After she looked over the documents and judged them all correct, Aron took his stinky drink and made his way over to the bar. Kara folded up her new identification papers and put them in her pocket.<br/><br/>She turned to Hallbjorn, and her hand returned to his. “Thank you, Hallbjorn. Thank you for seeing to all of my needs. And now, I'd like to see to one of yours. This werewolf thing has got to end. We're on the same side as them. Is there a way we can speak to the Lykan king and get him to call his people off?”<br/><br/>Kara didn't want Hallbjorn to be under the threat of violence wherever they went. It must be so tiring for him, and it was no wonder he always kept his guard up. Also, there was the news of Aiden being reborn. Kara knew some of that story from the book of Lore and from Hallbjorn's memories. While she didn't think they were exactly friends, she still asked him tentatively, “Do you want to see Aiden?”<br/>