Gunnar made tracks for Monkey God. In the short time he had had it. He could find the money of course, I mean after all he had his dealings with that medium. What bothered him was a portion of the parchment.

Say, his eyes lighting up. Maybe the return trip through the kitchen would yield a few more free beers. His fellow, “Cheeky Boy” Li Chen Tang could use a free beer too. The two of them strode in tandem, like they owned the night. Such a night you are having Gunnar, he thought to himself, such a night. Who knows where this could lead.