Bearclaw Valley Whiskey will solve all problems but one

her entire life, caiaphas had often viewed others as pawns or pieces to push around for her agenda. sometimes, it faired well for whoever she moved -- and other times, not so well.

yet to be viewed by another as meat was most unsavory. caiaphas could not help the prickle of her hackles as she recalled how very close she had gotten that day to joining the dead -- all because fate had ordained sarah come across her.

caiaphas could not fault the woman, however, for her view -- and in abstract, it was almost amusing -- except it was her, and caiaphas had never had a good sense of humor about her own misfortune or potential demise. "they nearly killed my children. so i returned the favor." she offered a shrug in rejoinder. tit for tat had always been her motto, although in some ways her revenge was often a long-time coming and too slow for her taste. "so, who are you?"