Honored guests

It was beginning to get cold.

We had been taken to the modest mansion of Lord Ivan, or whoever Jhon Wogan really was, the one who should be the Justicar of Ireland, but here he was relegated to a minor lord, with permanent fuck problems, and who knows why.

Both Hero and I were rudely surprised to confirm who Ivan really was, but it was disappointing. History described him as brave, strategic, intelligent and tenacious, but we didn't see much of that in this John Wogan, intelligent he certainly was, he had a knack for espionage and intrigue, but otherwise there was nothing.

-Sir Gran, may I present my wife Lady Elizabeta, my eldest son Tomas and my grandchildren Irelia and Francoiz.

I approached Ivan's wife, together with Hero, I greeted her in a protocol way, bowing a little and kissing her hand, and Hero made a little bow, a little rough, but I was advancing in etiquette.