Once through the portal, Tyson felt disoriented because previous experience taught him to expect the impenetrable darkness of the first place they had reached when they fell into the lake. However, what he saw was quite the opposite.

Instead of the eerie quiet and utter darkness, he heard such a ruckus that he started worrying they had fallen into an ambush.

"What is this place?" Tyson asked Sybil.

He had enough presence of mind to note that the clothing that appeared on Sybil was one he didn't recognize at first glance. Furthermore, it didn't suit the energetic woman as it was far too constricting, covering every inch of her body.

"Don't tell me this is your first tavern?" Sybil asked.

"Wow, this is so cool," Marcus said, appearing before the two.

"We are still very new to all this. Whatever it might be, so yes, this is our first tavern," Tyson said cautiously.

Tyson felt he was revealing far too much without receiving anything in return. However, he didn't feel like they had a choice in the matter. Sybil was bound to figure out how uncomfortable he felt in the noisy place. Thus, being straightforward sounded like a smart move.

Tyson hoped that honesty would get her to trust them and, in turn, reveal more of what they needed to know than she would have done otherwise.

"Ah, why do I always get entangled with rookies who can't be in any way useful to me," Sybil said, sighing deeply.

"If you fill us in, we might be able to help each other out. History is my expertise, and maybe we can use that to our advantage," Tyson said.

"I guess that makes sense though I am still not sure if I trust you guys," Sybil said, contemplating her next move.

"The feeling is mutual. However, I believe that under these circumstances, the least we can do is try," Tyson said, trying to be as rational as possible.

"Tyson, is this like a bar? Can we get some beer or something?" Marcus interrupted.

"Marcus now is not the time," Tyson said sternly.

"Talking about time, when are we, Sybil?" Tyson asked.

"This is around the 1500s. I forgot the exact date this was programmed to take us to," Sybil said.

"Programmed? So this is a manmade thing. It's not supernatural or something like that?" Tyson asked.

"Don't be ridiculous. There are no such things as supernatural events," Sybil said.

"Well, we thought time travel was a ridiculous notion, but here we are," Tyson said.

"Fair point, but as far as I know, everything that is going on, everything that you've seen, has a scientific explanation," Sybil explained.

"That's a relief. I don't think I could have handled more unbelievable things becoming true," Tyson said.

Upon finally taking a careful look at the overcrowded tavern, Tyson started wondering where they could sit down and have a talk that he hoped would explain their predicament.

"Dude, I need a drink!" Marcus yelled.

"Why don't you go to the bar and have a beer while your friend and I have a chat?" Sybil said, starting to move towards the only empty table in the whole place.

"It sounds good to me," Marcus said before Tyson had the time to object.

As Marcus reached the bar, he turned to see that Tyson and Sybil were already leading what seemed to be a lively conversation. However, he didn't care in the slightest what it was about as all he wanted to do was drink some beer and maybe have a bite to eat.

"Beer, please!" Marcus yelled to the barkeep.

"I think my young friend wishes for ale," a guy sitting nearby told the barkeep.

"Yes, that's it," Marcus confirmed, unsure if that was what he really wanted.

"Of course, ale makes all the troubles go away. I should know," the guy added.

"Really? What troubles do you have?" Marcus asked, curious.

As far as Marcus could see, the guy appeared well off. Yet, it was clear that something was troubling him.

Marcus, friendly as he was, thought that he might as well use what he considered his supreme people skills to help the guy out.

"The worst trouble of them all, my friend. Women troubles," he said.

"Oh, really. Did a girl refuse you or something?" Marcus asked.

"Refuse me?" the man said, bursting into laughter.

"No one refuses me, no one refuses Henry," Henry added once his laughter subsided.

"Then what's the matter?" Marcus asked, furrowing his brows.

"I am married, but I have fallen in love with another woman. I'll have to accuse my wife of a serious crime so that I can behead her and marry Ann. There is no other way," Henry said.

"Dude, isn't that like a bit too much?" Marcus asked, taking a few big gulps of the ale the barkeep provided him with.

"What else am I to do when she refuses to be my mistress?" Henry asks.

"I don't know, man, just like divorce her or something. There is no need to get all choppy with people's heads. You need to learn to chill and not be so dramatic. There are far easier ways to get a chick," Marcus said.

"That is an interesting point, my friend. I haven't thought of that before. I seem to be having trouble understanding your speech completely. Where are you from, my friend?" Henry asked.

"Ahem... Very far away from here." Marcus said, unsure of what he should say.

"Anyway, I have tried to get the church to annul the marriage, but they are refusing to do so. I can't imagine why when I have already told them, as their ruler, that this was something they had to do," Henry said.

"Oh, so you're like the man in charge?" Marcus asked, the strong ale already dimming his wits.

"Yes, I am! You are right, my friend. I am the one who has all the power, and I should use it!" Henry exclaimed.

His cheeks which were already rosy from the ale he had previously consumed, became burning red as a new passion came over his body.

Marcus, on his part, smiled, happy that he had somehow helped his new friend, although he was not entirely sure how he had managed to do so. Yet, he didn't think much about the reasons. He was just pleased that he could help someone.

"That's the spirit! Never allow anyone to tell you what you should or shouldn't do!" Marcus yelled, slurring his words.

"You are correct, my friend. After all, the only reason the church has any power over me is that I allowed it. You have opened my eyes to the fact that it is not the way things have to be. I can change that! Thank you, my friend," Henry said, clapping Marcus on the back.

"I am just happy I could help," Marcus said.

"You sure did. I'll do everything in my power to break the hold the Catholic church has over me. It will be as I wish, not as they say!" Henry exclaimed passionately.

"I apologize for interrupting, your majesty, but I am afraid that my friend and I should be going now," Tyson said.

He had appeared next to Marcus and Henry in what appeared to Marcus mere seconds. However, in reality, it was a slow and steady approach undertaken for fear of Marcus saying the wrong thing to Henry VIII of England and being executed as many others.

"Yes, yes, of course. Go right ahead and thank you, my friend, for the excellent advice," Henry said, raising his mug of ale in appreciation.

Confused by how Tyson addressed his new buddy, Marcus just nodded his head, smiling at Henry before he was dragged away by Tyson.

"What did you think you were doing talking with the king?" Tyson asked.

"The king? That's just a drunk in a bar. He had some love issues with some Ann chick, so I helped him out," Marcus said, grinning widely.

"Don't tell me your friend caused the first break of the Church of England and Rome?" Sybil asked, overhearing their conversation.

"What exactly did you tell that drunk?" Tyson asked.

"Well, he was talking about beheading his wife so that he could marry this other chick that he was really into, and I told him to chillax. I said: 'Dude, no need to be all killy. You can just divorce the broad. You're in charge.'" Marcus said.

It seemed like he wanted to say more, but his eyes started closing, and the moment he sat down, his head hit the desk. Then he proceeded to snore loudly.

"Well, I would say that he most definitely did cause the first break," Tyson said with a deep sigh.