Lord Davidian had, of course, rapped the obscurly secret knock which had been forwarded to him not three hours ago via correspondence upon the heavy wooden door. Finally, after what had seemed to him an eternity, a narrow slip of metal, not quite eye-level to the lanky gentleman, slid back to reveal an opening into the dark room beyond. Suddenly, a pair of old, yellowing eyes popped into view, causing Lord Davidian to bend backwords slightly in surprise.

"Eh! What ya be wantin' here then?" The eyes had a voice and a scratchy, lazy one at that.

"Greetings good sir", Lord Davidian feigned politeness the best way he knew how. "I wish to seek refuge from this dreadful bit of weather. May I perhaps gain entrance into your fine establishment for a time?"

Again the elderly eyes spoke, this time with an obvious squinting of suspistion. "Well, what is the password then, eh?"

Lord Davidian had momentarily forgotten there even was a password and had to think for a moment. "......Vorpal Bunny stew." With that, the heavy wooden door slowly creaked open and Lord Davidian strode confidently into the poorly lit pub.

---to be continued---