"Yes. I felt restless." Hallbjorn told Kara when she approached him from behind. He lifted one hand to touch one of the arms that went around him. "I am sorry if I was too unkind to you last night." The large man told her softly. "I thought to be deliciously punishing, but perhaps it was not so." He exhaled and let his hand come to rest on the arm of his chair.<br/><br/>The sound of Hallbjorn's phone sounded in the large mansion. Hallbjorn removed Kara's arms from the hug and he rose to answer the phone on the kitchen counter.<br/><br/>"This is Nix and Bertil! Put me on speaker phone!" Nix said before Hallbjorn could say anything. He complied with the mad Valkyrie's demand. "Aw right Big H and Lil' K it's me Nix I be rocking mad visions: I'm seeing the two of you rolling down to Errol's in the Lame-mobile and then Lil' K you'll get some of the answers that you crave. There will be a dashing genie prince in attendance, and I have it on good authority he has eight-pack abs that say 'Open Sesame' when he flexes them. I of course will be there sitting in the most desirable table in the establishment in the finest of company sipping Crystal from a goblet fashioned from the skull of someone's enemy. They may or may not have been my enemy; I can neither confirm nor deny. What I can disclose, however, is that things will be off<em>multiple</em>chains."<br/><br/>There came the sound of a bat screeching, and Nix giggled. "Bertil says be there or be square but," and at this point Nix began to stage whisper, "we all know that Hallbutt will be square whether he's there or wherever. Anyway, Nix out." Then there came a jostling sound as if Nix had dropped her own phone. This was confirmed moments later, as Nix muttered to herself that dropping a phone was not at all like dropping a mic. The call terminated abruptly thereafter.<br/><br/>The Berserker glanced down at the phone and felt skeptical about taking Kara to Errol's, but there was no alternative. Nix foresaw it, ergo they went. And he did not have to look at Kara to know that she would be eager to go and meet another genie so that she could learn more about her people. "I need a few moments to prepare." Hallbjorn told Kara, and then went to get fully dressed. He had changed only into a light silk shirt and pants and they were meant to be pajamas. He went up into the bedroom and changed, emerging in a pair of black jeans, a cream coloured turtleneck, and a long black leather duster. He had a pair of heavy black leather boots on his feet that his jeans were tucked into that went up to mid-calf.  He also had a pair of sunglasses on - the kind he wore when they first met. His hair was drawn back into a long tail and held in place by a black leather clasp. He would have liked to braid it but doubted that Kara would have the patience for it.<br/><br/>When the pair were ready it was into the truck and out into the city. "Errol's is a drinking hole for the Lore community in New Orleans. The Vertas factions congregate there." Hallbjorn explained to Kara as they drove. It was not a particularly long or short drive, and it took them into prime Bayou country. The structure's simplicity contrasted with the expensive cars parked outside; the collection of vehicles outside amounted to several million dollars worth of automotive hardware. Some models were worth hundreds of millions on their own and were part of production runs that were in the low double figures. The sports cars made Hallbjorn's truck look incredibly pedestrian by comparison.<br/><br/>There were a few demons and nymphs outside, wedged between cars or in other dark spots and engaged in various sexual acts without any shame. The sounds made it plain that all participants were too busy enjoying themselves to care if they were seen. The music and raucous sounds from inside the bar almost drowned them out. Almost.<br/><br/>Inside was the perfect image of a bayou juke joint. The juke box was playing a country tune suitable to the locale, and many different types of Loreans were drinking and enjoying themselves. Demons were pounding demon brew, fey were playing darts and drinking wine, Lykae were rough housing and downing whiskey straight from the bottle. At a table near the back was a group of Valkyries, and one of them waved at Kara as she entered. The woman was raven-haired and golden-eyed, with a goblet fashioned from a skull in her free hand. A bat perched upon her elengant shoulder, and that made her identity plain: Nix the Ever-Knowing.<br/><br/>There was a very attractive male sitting with them, who was politely trying to deflect the semi-drunken attention of two short Valkyries with lush, curvaceous figures. They stroked his chest with fingers sporting curled claws, and he politely tried to disengage them but enjoyed no luck. His features were regal and noble; he has dark, glossy black hair that curled in a rugged and unkempt way; his eyes were a rich emerald; his skin was smooth and the colour of rich caramel. He was wearing a white silk shirt that complimented broad shoulders and a wide chest that tapered down, but more was hidden by the table. His eyes widened with surprise to see Kara, but also great delight.<br/><br/>As the two approached the table, a group of Lykae broke away from the bar and moved in an intercept course towards Hallbjorn. The Berserker noted them, and paused.<br/><br/>"Go ahead without me." Hallbjorn told Kara. And then he moved to go meet the Lykae.<br/><br/>"Lil K!" Nix called out to Kara with a crystal voice. "C'mon! I've got a spot saved for you!" The valkyrie patted a spot in the booth beside her. "And Aladdin's dying to meet you!"<br/><br/>'Aladdin' winced at being introduced in such a manner, but nevertheless smiled welcomingly at Kara.