They asked, “What are you doing this evening?” I replied, “It’s evening, and I’m at the tavern, where the bard is playing, glasses are clinking, a beautiful woman is singing and people are laughing. I am in ancient times, epic ones. I am in a place far removed from today’s realities. I’m in virgin land. Here, only the brave survive. And good people are not made fools of. I’ll wake up in the morning to the songs of birds. So let me live this beautiful evening.”