Then, she noticed it. The bar looked different from normal. The front looked fine enough. But when she looked at the back it looked kind of. Broken? And. Destroyed? Rubble scattered all across the ice.

“Did something happen at the pub?” said Nonon. One of the bandmates nodded.

Suddenly, a realization dawned on her.

“Wasn’t… the oven there?” One of the bandmates nodded. She looked down at her pizza dough. She couldn’t summon up a river of Hell like the Secretary of Transportation could. This might be a problem.

In the distance, a single figure trudged out of the rubble. He moved with purpose. The ice quaked with his every step. And he was heading directly towards her.

Oh no. Now it all made sense.

Lord Drakkon was running interference.

- Ragnarust Round 5