Tragic though it was Morwenna could appreciate the sentiment. With the exception of her furry little problem and her son there was precious little else in her life beyond her work, and that thought alone made Morwenna feel utterly depressed. God almighty when had she become that sad? At least Miss Spinnakers had the excuse of actually being dead.

“One assumes you would recall this gentleman. If losing custom has lead him the paper I doubt he would have controlled himself if you encountered him personally,” she replied, pushing the paper aside. Mr Amigone was a name worth bearing in mind in case anything happened in the future but she could not do anything about a man who felt hard done by.

“With that in mind Miss Spinnakers can I ask how we are able to help you today? No laws have been broken and no one is being investigated, so if you have come to offer a rebuttal can I suggest the offices of the Prophet might be more appropriate.”

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