Agnar
I heard the footsteps from behind me, then the weight lowering beside me on the patio.
“Enjoying the view?” Sebastian asked.
“Something like that.” I replied, not taking my eyes off the golden and purple hues of the evening sky.
“Gorgeous, I have to admit.”
“Hmm. ” I nodded.
“Is that palm-wine?” he asked, nodding towards the wooden calabash in my hand.
He raised an eyebrow. “Where did you get it? Is Roscoe back?”
“Yeah. Returned from Nigeria a few minutes ago. Dropped off a keg.” I gestured to a twenty-five litre keg sitting in a corner.
Sebastian stood up, going to check it out. “That damn teleporter might be insane, but he brings damn good wine.”
He disappeared inside briefly and returned with another wooden calabash. He poured some wine into it and resumed his seat besid
