Gran and Hero, two archaeology students, become embroiled in an ancient Irish past where nothing is what it should be.
How boring this is, this group of people just go from one place to another, without saying a word, I could surely give myself a heart attack, and no one would even notice I was gone.
Maybe if I'm getting old as I think I am, there's hardly anything abnormal, maybe I should take an escape.
No sooner had I entertained the idea than Igan the butler came through the door.
-Mr. Willfest, excuse me, I don't think I have offered you anything, would you like something to eat?
-No, no, Igan, don't worry about me, but if you can point me to a bathroom that I can use.
Igan took some trays, filled them with sweets and turned his attention back to me.
-If you walk straight ahead, you will find the retina that we employees occupy, I apologize for not being able to offer you something better, you who have done so much for the crown.
-It is not necessary, a latrine is enough.