Gods and DemonsAfter leaving the gloom of the tombs, Ajox and I trekked back to the Imaginarium in silence. By the time we reached it, The Timeless were already trickling out of the place. Menjaro and Arcturus were having an animated discussion in a corner just outside the entrance. Arcturus held a two-headed hammer the size of a battleship over his shoulder. Strange runes were carved in the shaft and glowed with a faint bluish light. Menjaro, on the other hand, was unarmed, save for a rope, which lead to the harness of Liath, his trusty gorilla mount, who stood by watching the conversation with only mild interest. Vayne leaned against the wall smoking an obscenely long pipe. The smoke drifted past his helmet o'goggles (my nickname for it), where it stuck to several of the lenses, but it d
