Was I not allowed to have the nicer things in life? I wanted Oubliette safely in my arms with a glass of liquored up eggnog in my hands, friends around and presents opened. A lovely holiday. I naively thought all of our problems with the mafia were behind us. That our lives could go on and that we didn't have to deal with the likes of Magnus King. After everything we'd gone through did we not deserve more? I thought we all deserved...