Bearclaw Valley Whiskey will solve all problems but one

caiaphas afforded a smile that was only semi-genuine. "no," she corrected, a shake of her head given -- "killed. they tried, i succeeded." for that was what she had heard and seen with her own two eyes. the crack of spinal column, the lifeless slump of the puppy.

according to caiaphas, leta was very dead indeed.

no surprise given her company, that sarah refrained from doling out her name. "names hold power." caiaphas replied, not entirely disagreeing with sarah's point. it had merit, in a way. "holding a name is dangerous. perhaps moreso than knowing their face. anyone could say 'have you seen a while wolf, with freckles' for instance --" here caiaphas thought of charon, 'peanut' -- "but the name makes them distinct. maybe i wish to know your name, should i need it in the future. after all, if i was on my deathbed searching for someone to be kind enough to end it all, asking for the scary grey lady in the woods, would get me very different results."