Chuckling Morwenna glanced around the pub once again. To say she felt out of place in such establishments was an understatement but Morwenna was nothing if not accustomed to brazening out any ill-ease with her surroundings. She had spent most of her life doing just that and she wasn’t about to be ran out of the saloon by a gentleman with the same number of eyebrows as teeth glaring at her from near the back door.

“If only I could be sure you were joking,” she sipped her whiskey and nearly spat it out. A look towards the bar confirmed that there was a top shelf of brands she had heard of but the dust on them quite suggestive of how often they were ordered. She took another drink – the sooner she got finished this one the closer something better was.

“I’m sure it has it’s hidden qualities.”

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