Gerald's home was near the port and it was one very large and luxurious bungalow. Carl followed the servant into the large front yard to see that Gerald and Larson were already sitting in previously set up chairs, chatting and drinking away. Henry, however, was still nowhere to be seen.
Larson immediately raised his large mug when he spotted Carl and yelled, "Carl! Do you want some ale?"
"No thanks," said the apothecary as he approached them with great anticipation. "Mr. Gerald, where's the weapon?"
The merchant laughed and said, "Relax, Henry isn't here yet…"
Just after he said that, the sound of hurried footsteps came from behind Carl as Henry ran in. "Gerald! Where's the weapon?! Take it out now!"
The man in question burst out laughing when he saw three pairs of eyes staring so int
