There were only three people left in the Axe and Scottman Inn. The previous part of the story had taken a couple of hours for Big Jack to recall. Seb could have sworn that the large man had tears in his eyes in parts. Shadow heart had successfully completed his post death mission of getting absolutely blind drunk. He had also managed to spill a whole tankard of ale down his dark red tunic before shouting. “SEE! weak arms by name weak arms by nature.” The old man was now passed out slumped over the bar and making snoring like sounds. Seb himself was a little drunk. “I’m Se…se…..” “Spit it out lad.”