"Fortunately so far it's just tranquilizing. They've not gotten to the level of social media outrage," he says wryly. "Not that they'd ever have that, here. It's all sunny fucking days even when it's storming."

Maybe he's a good soul deep down, but he's also a cranky and bitter fuck.

The next words are slightly brighter. "Who am I to turn down a god. But yeah. Fuck yeah. Anyone able to kidnap that easy is pretty worrisome. Preference in victims aside. I mean, I fucking suck with axes but even I'm good with a gun."

Which is why he's enjoying his beer. At a shooting range he'd be doing great. Best he's done here is get near the target. Which was, admittedly, a proud moment. He can also still fight, even if he's put some padding on over his muscle. And fuck it, you know what? He can drum on his belly. That's also a useful skill.