Bearclaw Valley Whiskey will solve all problems but one

a threadbare smile, cold as the winter sun, came in reply to caiaphas' scowl. she studied the grizzled face of the woman that had nearly ended her -- and somewhere, was pleased at least it had not been a male.

sarah's curious head-tilt was met with a subtle arc of the siren's tail. no, she was not offering -- sarah could try, but caiaphas was in far better condition than last they had met. she was not hale -- no, not yet -- but getting there.

"no." her lips pursed in a pleased expression that dared sarah to strike her if she dared.