As the party halt for a rest stop, you lean against a tree. After a moment your arm starts tingling; 
you stand up straight and shake it to relieve the pins and needles. Instead of relieving them they 
spread; for a moment every part of your body prickles, even your eyes blurring your vision.

You continue on your way up the path, eagerly anticipating your return home. After more than a week 
of fighting and travelling you can't wait to see your lover once more, especially as you suspect there 
are plans afoot to celebrate your anniversary. Tiredness falling away at the sight of familiar landmarks 
you pick up the pace, almost impatient to be back.

You open the door to your home and smile; someone's been having fun decorating. The table is laid for 
two, silverware and crystal, although it's too early for dinner. Propped up on a candlestick is a letter. 
Not a letter, you find as you start to read, but a love poem. Some of it is quite risque and you fight 
down a blush. It's then you notice the trail of rose petals leading to your bedroom; you put down the 
letter, take a moment to straighten your clothes (knowing full well that their travel-stained appearance 
won't matter for long) and follow it.

You open the door eagerly. The curtains are drawn, the room lit with candles. Extra cushions and blankets 
have appeared, making the room warm and cosy. Your lover is obscured by the fabric hanging from your four 
poster bed. You'll pull it back with a flourish grinning as you see Saldor is lying on the bed wearing 
only a come-hither smile and...

You recoil in horror. Why of all things is he coated in custard? As you step back you bang your elbow 
on the doorframe; the feeling of pins and needles spreads from the point of impact all over your body. 
Turning to get away you find yourself back with the patrol.