"Oh?" Morwenna replied, eyebrow raised. She had a son and two employees in Irvingly and had begun to wonder whether she was being deliberately kept in the dark to keep her nerves under some modicum of control on the orders of Mrs Parkinson, whom might have been trying to do her a kindness. It was, however distressing the news, a relief to know neither the Minister or her colleague thought her hysterical simply because her son was in the midst of danger. "Perhaps Mr Mulciber ought to try?" She suggested with only a small hint of distaste in her voice. "Time is more his department I would have thought."

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MJ knows my soul rings to the rune of this iconic hat