It seems I bored Aldean with a dreamy look too long and intently, because, emerging from my cinematic fantasies, I found that my guards turned away and tactfully stepped aside, and Dean himself was clearly pleased with my reaction to his naked torso.

The awkwardness that hung in the air was dispelled by a blond elf that appeared out of nowhere, looking about fifty years old, with long, almost to the waist, hair and in a white silk kimono.

Did you call a notary? - not so much said as he sang in a melodious voice. “Have a nice day everyone, my name is El Landry, and I've come to...