Rolling her eyes as she took a sip of her own drink Morwenna locked eyes with the barman, staring him down until he looked away first. This place might be more fun than she thought if half the inhabitants were petrified she was going to have them in Ministry cells – as though she didn’t have bigger fish to fry.

“Kieran, I need your help with something.” She admitted, sitting up in her seat and leaning towards him a little, immediately regretting leaning her sleeve on the table. “Have you heard of Marlowe Forfang? Or, more to the point, have you seen him?”

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