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Pierce smiled in return, unsure of what else to do. Chev's mind was closed.

"It has been a pleasure fighting with and alongside you Pierce," Chev said at last. he held out a hand.

Before he knew what he was doing, Pierce shook it. When he realized the full meaning of that simply action Chev was gone. The warrior stood there for a moment shaking only air before dropping his hand in silence.

Draque lit a cigar to celebrate.

Epilogue

Jimox shoved the woman in the closet at the sound of the approaching boots and jumped into his seat just as Pierce walked through the door. At first he didn't recognize the warrior without his armour and was a bit confused by the fact that Pierce was carrying a wood chopping axe instead of his customary sabers.

"G'day Jimox. I was in the neighboorhood and I thought I'd just stop by." Pierce smiled knowingly and glanced at the closet as he sat down across the desk from the rogue. He poured himself a drink of red wine and smelled it first. "Elven?"

Jimox shook his head and for once smiled. "No. I'm afraid you talents as a wine connoisseur are incorrect. That's from Cormyr."

Pierce tossed the glass against the wall where it crashed beside the last one. The bottle followed soon after with a louder crash.

Jimox swallowed, having a vague idea that Pierce was a little annoyed at Chev becoming a god and everything.

Instead Pierce smiled that same annoying smile. "I was refering to the poison. It's dark elven. Made from the glands of giant spiders."

The rogue's thoughts went to the throwing dagger in his boot as Pierce stood and hefted his axe.

"You know," the warrior said with annoying smile. "I've always hated your desk." His axe came down in an arc and left the desk a splintered wreck.

Jimox grabbed at his dagger and threw it deftly towards Pierce's unprotected heart.

It landed smoothly in the veteran's deft hand and he taunted the rogue with blade. "I've never liked this dagger either," Pierce said as he dropped the axe and took the dagger in both hands, twisting the dagger until it was bent at a ninety degree angle. He tossed it aside and it landed beside the broken glass.

Jimox held up his hands in defense as Pierce came around the wreckage of his desk and stood before the rogue.

"I've always hated your shirt too," Pierce said with his annoying smile as he grabbed the greasy, food stained tunic and ripped it right off the rogue.

Jimox just stood there, stunned.

Pierce walked back around the desk and scooped up his axe. "Have a nice day!"

The rogue waited for the warrior's footsteps to disappear down the hallway before letting out his breath. He stood there for a moment shaking.

Aza Brooke stepped out of the closet. "What happened?" she purred seductively.

Jimox shook his head. "I'm not sure, but I think Doctor Pierce just stopped by."

"Today has certainly been interesting," muttered Martinez. His face was even more haggard than usual and he had the distinct look of a man who hadn't had any sleep last night, was hungover, or both. He sat down across from Pierce's father and looked about the empty cafeteria with distaste. Whether the distaste was for the lack of people or bile rising in the back of his throat and threatening to overflow was debatable.

Hiram looked up from his meat and potatoe casserole. He planted his fork down and looked about the empty room with a smile. "They're all out in the city. Who would stay in here when everything is so much more exciting out there?"

"I don't live here and yet I came for your cooking," Martinez stated, defending his right to be here right now.

"I'll take that as a compliment for my cooking," Hiram replied with a shrug and shoved his plate across the oak table. "Have at it before it gets cold."

"Cold casserole? Ugh!" Martinez grimaced and grabbed the fork and started shovelling greasy food down his throat. Ignoring the hot spices, he made a face and swallowed.

"Well? What do you think?" demanded Hiram.

"It's better than anything I can cook,"