The front door creaked open slowly, dragging Archie's attention from Eve.  A disheveled and bedraggled aristocratic looking woman slipped in, soaked to the skin and shivering. She looked like she had dropped in from the time of Mad King George. Her hair was askew and a cooper tinge and scent was upon her.  Archie was all too familiar with the scent and stains on the lady's gloves...simply put, it was blood.  She looked as disoriented, as he had when he first appeared at the Trading Post. He was not sure what misfortune had befallen the lady and the Captain was not impervious to her distress but was certain that the chaperones here would see to her every comfort,<em>of that he was sure.</em><br/><br/>Archie returned his attention to Eve giving her a faint and curious smile as she spoke of a love he felt for another...how could she know about Faith, he wondered? This just did not feel like a dream,<em>no it did not.</em>The Captain's suspicious blue gaze followed the hostess as she pulled away trembling, making him yearn uncharacteristically to reach out and console her but  propriety kept his hands on the table and to himself.<br/><br/>Alone now, Archie's uncertain gaze considered the black velvet box and what its contents might be. He was oblivious to the clatter and chatter of the Trading Post now as he reached for the box with his fingers, the delicate ebony fabric supple beneath his touch.  He paused a moment, then flipped the lid of the box open, his tired blue eyes widening ever so gradually as his mind registered the contents.  It was a<em>gold locket</em>....and not just any locket, the locket that Faith had given him before he had been shipped out overseas to war, the locket he'd lost at Normandy beach.<br/><br/>The Captain gingerly took the gold piece of jewelry from the box and admired the battered and bent  family heirloom in the palm of his roughened hand. Then carefully Archie separated the oval halves with the nail ridge of his index fingers and beheld the small tattered photo of his wife, Faith. Breath caught in his throat at the sight of his girl, his fingertip brushing lightly over the black and white image of his sweetheart.<em>God how he missed her.<br/></em><br/>He could go back now, he just knew it, the knowledge drifted over and covered him like a warm blanket. Archie slipped the gold chain over his head, shoved the chair back he was sitting in, and stood.  Grateful blue eyes glided over to Eve and.... Asmar,<em>finally got it right</em>, as he took the half dozen steps to the door.  With his slim fingers on the handle he started to turn and speak to his hosts but hesitated realizing that a trade had been accepted between them and that was all there needed to be. The Captain, tugged the door open, stepping through, and closed it behind him.  Archie returned to the fog from whence he'd come,  everything was going to be all right,<em>he just knew it now</em>but in the mean time he still had a job to do.... and a long life ahead of him.<br/><br/><br/>Roll Result: Jeffrey rolled: 1d10<br/>Comment: Roll against Eve<br/>Result: 6,<br/>Total: 6<br/>