Den Sorte Kjaerlighet IVMiriam was hissing and wheezing while Greven was enjoying his time and taking a beauty nap on an emerald green divan. He had even made an exotic drink with a small umbrella on it as a decoration. He slightly opened his eyes when he heard noises coming from Miriam. ''What are you complaining?'' Greven asked lazily. ''Oh quite nothing, what should I complain after being tricked and betrayed, after all!'' Miriam replied, turned on a fake happy face and then made a grumpy gurn. ''Hah! I kept my word, didn't I?'' Greven asked and frowned, ''Sabeltann and his crew are still alive, aren't they?'' ''Kidnapping them and his ship didn't belong to the deal, rat!'' Miriam yacked. Greven stood up and threw away his glass so fast it scared Miriam. The drink flew all over the floor and the wine glass shattered into pieces, escorted with a lovely clinking.
Den Sorte Kjaerlighet III''Aye aye, ain't it nice to have some luxurious free days finally!'' a screaky voice of a woman sighed out in joy. ''You say... I'd gladly be back in my own cosy room in the castle...'' another, honky and high, a bit manlier voice spoke back. There was a third voice too: ''Ah stop your nonzenze! Aren't we having fun in here?'' This silly trio was sitting outside a yellow, beautiful house, which - besides being a home for a family - worked as a small restaurant and a motel. Aunt Bassa's Inn, as it was called, lied on a seashore in the village of Kjuttaviga. Perfect place for lost souls to start a new, good and virtuous life. The woman snapped couple of newly blossomed flowers from the flowerbed and sniffed them deeply, like she never had experienced the scent of flowers before. ''Oh stop grumbling, Lucifer! At least I'm gonna enjoy every second without that cranky bone