Monday June 16, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Part I: Wet Feet


Captain Tagon: Elf, the outlet called to say you're late, and they're worried. There's some sort of major riot a few blocks away.
Elf: Tell 'em we'll be there in about five, maybe ten minutes.
Captain Tagon: What about the riot?
Elf: Oh, that. I think that's just people running for their lives as the Goddess of War leads Her Charioteer to the drop point.