"And your statue broke." Hallbjorn said, remembering sadly how the little porcelain piece that Kara had wanted at the Alamo had broken into so many pieces when the demons scared her into dropping it. He felt badly about that. If he had been stronger, better prepared, then things would have gone differently. He let her down. The statue could have been something of hers to put . . . wherever she might have wanted to put it. There was a lot of room for her to put her things in the mansion.<br/><br/>"We could go to the French Market. I think you would enjoy a visit to Café du Monde. There are a lot of different things to see. Many street performers play there. It is a quintessentially New Orleans experience to go there. It is also close to Jackson Square - there is a lot to see there also." Hallbjorn told Kara, trying to think of what they could do after dark and after visiting Helgi.<br/><br/>"The ocean is nearby. We can go visit tomorrow." Hallbjorn told Kara, unable to refuse in the face of her excited voice. "There are a few choices. The closest is less than an hour away." His hands did not pause on her body and he worked on her back and stomach, then made quick work of her breasts so that they did not start more than they wanted to finish. His hands dipped along her legs, and he knelt to clean her bottom and lower, taking his time with her long legs before he rose again.<br/><br/>"We will likely encounter other Loreans when we go out into the city other than my brother and his bride. Are you prepared for that?"