Serrin found that prospect too intimidating, "It’s pretty simple, Tom," he said. "Someone’s got a hit out on me. I’m almost certain it’s a magician. Among other things, I need a bodyguard, and someone suggested looking you up. But I guess that’s not your kind of work these days." The troll rubbed his chin and stood up. "Hmmm. Maybe, maybe not. The money could be useful to a lot of folks down here; I live cheap. Pass on anything extra. I owe you one, I reckon. Let me buy you a beer and you can tell me more. I ain’t going to say no to an old friend before he’s said his piece. Anyway, I want to hear about you these past five years. We been hearin’ some weird drek, Serrin. All about you bein’ a hero and last year hangin’ with them kings and queens in England . .