Invictus was a doting husband tending to his wife's every need. He opened the door for her as they entered the tavern and guided her through the crowded room as the patrons parted like a flock of pigeons whoose bread crumb meal had been interupted by an overzealous youngling.

"Pay them no heed my love, this way." he whispered gently and lovingly as he pulled a chair out for her to sit in. "I shall return momentarily with our drinks."

If hateful gazes were magic spells then Invictus would have been struck dead long before he reached the bar. Some patrons began to leave but most just avoided the table his wife sat at giving it a wide berth.

"A bottle of your best wine my good barkeep and two glasses please."

"Invictus, you know you only need one glass." the Norseman behind the bar responded.

"Shh, not too loud. You know how it upsets her. She likes to have a glass in front of her, it makes her feel ... well ... alive."

"You are one crazy kobold Invictus." replied the Norseman.

"Just be glad I'm a Spirimaster my good man, and not a Bonedancer."

Shivering at that thought the Norseman quickly scrounged up two glasses and a bottle of wine for Invictus.

"How long has it been Invictus? How long ago did you loose her?"

A sea of sadness swept over Invictus' eyes as he remembered that day so long ago. "Six years now. She was killed in the first attack from Albion. But please don't talk of it anymore. It makes her sad." Picking up the glasses and the bottle Invictus turned to face his wife his voice falling to a whisper. "I just can't help but bring her spirit back, we were meant to be together. Someday, someday we shall both feast in Valhalla, but not yet. Not until we have had our revenge. Albion must pay for her death and Hibernia for her desecration. Their attack kept me from recovering her body. They must all pay."

Invictus made his way back to their table and poured them both a glass. Petunia's ghostly hand rested on the glass, unable to pick it up just as her spirit form was unable to drink the wine.

"To us my love" she whispered "and death to the enemy."

"May they suffer until the coming of Ragnorok." Invictus replied.