A free ride in a hotel that looks like it belongs in the heart of Paris? Yeah, okay, I get that. I've stayed in some pretty nice places in my past, so I understand the desire to hang around if you've got nothing better to do. I have to return home to get back to Granuaile's education (once she's cooled off, of course) but I can stand a little hanging out and exploring until then.

I take a seat in one of the ridiculously comfortable arm chairs and look over the guy without my Faerie Specs. He seems to act just like your average surfer/stoner, but I was having a hard time placing him. I don't have as much experience or knowledge of the Australian or New Zealand religions, so I have no clue which god he is. He could be some version of death, for all I know.

I really don't like not knowing what god I'm dealing with. It's the knowing that keeps you alive.

"What, so everyone just hangs out here like they're all on extended vacation?"