“-What are these funny pictures on the walls? – I asked. A pretty maid, a buxom blonde, had just brought me my third cup of wine, and the pictures seemed more and more amusing to me. Antipater, my travel companion and first mentor in everything, furrowed his thick gray eyebrows and rewarded me with a scathing look that I had already seen too many times during our journey. Of course, I was nineteen, and by Roman law I was already considered an adult man, but under this gaze I felt like a nine-year-old boy. - Gordian! Is it possible that you haven’t heard stories about Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser? - Gray who? - The Mouser..."