"This is a nice little place," Branwen said, looking around the bar. She took a sip of the beer and raised an eyebrow. "Not bad at all."

"It's ok," Wigliff agreed, taking a huge swig of his beer. "Some of us are wishing for a few different vegetables so we can make some stronger booze, but the beer is nice."

"Mmmm, vodka," Branwen said.

"Hell, I'd want potatoes just to eat them with my steak," Wigliff replied. "But yeah, vodka, I miss that."

"Where were you when you were taken?" Branwen asked the guard.

Wigliff laughed. "If I tell you, it's just going to confirm my nerdiness."

"Oh, come on, tell me," Branwen wheedled.

"I was in a marathon World of Warcraft session..."

"Oh my gawd," Branwen replied and started to snicker.

"I must have been into my fourteenth hour, in the middle of a raid and I started to get dizzy, and when I woke up, here I was, on the beach with sand in my beard and no idea how I got here," Wigliff concluded. He drained his beer mug and went to draw another.

"How do you pay for the beer?" Branwen asked. There didn't even seem to be a barkeeper in the bar. Just a few tables and a few kegs.

"Oh, we don't pay for anything. We just share out duties and do whatever needs to be done. One of the guys here likes to brew beer. He used to do it at home, you know, on Earth. He just figured out how to make it work with the local ingredients."

"So you all help each other out? How... socialist." Branwen decided she liked the idea of living in Morrowind.

"Oh, there were a few people who didn't like the way we did things. Wanted to be the boss, tell everyone what to do. You know the type," Wigliff told her, sitting back down. "The lot of us kicked them out of town. We all got a fresh start here, and we wanted to do things our way."

"Where did they go?" Branwen asked. Wigliff just shrugged.

"So... tell me about your horse," Wigliff said in a boyish tone of voice. "Nobody's seen a horse here, ever."

"Tell him you found him," the Cube said.

"Why not tell him the truth?" Branwen replied.

"You don't even KNOW him," the Cube replied.

"I'm not sure how to explain," Branwen said to Wigliff. "I sort of ... made him."

"You said what?" Wigliff replied.

"Oh, great, spill your guts to the new guy," the Cube said, sounding exasperated.

"WILL you shut up?" Branwen said, then seeing the look on Wigliff's face quickly added, "No, no, sorry Wigliff, I didn't mean you..."

Wigliff pointedly looked around the empty bar, then back at Branwen.

Branwen sighed. "You are going to think I'm crazy."

"No, no, I always have strange women come riding into town on purple horses that they think they made," Wigliff said sarcastically.

Branwen grinned. "Touche!"