near-naked in the same room as a total stranger for the second time in one day, pressed his back up against the ruined wall, as if to make himself as small as possible. Morrigan didn't reply, which made the strange bounty hunter stamp even harder. ''Ignoring me? How is that even possible, I'm here to collect your head, whether it's still attached to your shoulders or not, and you're sat in a bathtub, ass-naked and weaponless... and still you ignore!?''

The young Captain sighed in contentment as the water collecting around him finally started to paralyse him, signalling it was time to move. Had Sir Futtleschuckle not interrupted his silent musings, he would have allowed the water to come up to his chin, and he would have savoured beingutterly powerless for a while. In a world where power meant everything, to have it all mean nothing, even for a few minor moments... was a thing to be considered priceless and rare. The most powerful men in the entire world felt tiny and pathetic when trapped in the noose the bounty hunter had described. Power, fame, glory... all meant nothing when the chips were down, and as Morrigan rose slowly from the water, dramatically even, he decided that the chips belonging to Sir Futtleschuckle were indeed down. As his Captain rose from his bath, Yonyon looked away, blushing. He had been so caught up in his own drama that the thought that Morrigan was naked hadn't even crossed his mind. It hadn't mattered that he had seen