On such a fine morning as this, there is always a number of people outside, happily doing outdoors things. Among them are today:
- one purple god of magic, wearing a green gardening apron, and weeding between the roses in the garden by the back door of the bar
- one tarot card, smoking a large cigar while leaning on a fence near the horse stables, watching the animals graze peacefully
- one dead Ostrogoth, wearing nothing but knee-length shorts, and surfing -- yes, surfing! -- in the Caribbean inlet, as Xaldin taught him last year
- one relaxed swan king, still wearing black drawstring pants, a white tee-shirt, and black flip-flops, sitting on a rock by the lake with a very large iced latte, and waiting for the other shoe to drop.