She keeps bloody starin''t me. I got somethin' on m'face? She see somethin' green? I don't 'member'er starin't me b'fore, but she wuz kinda hangin' back both times. Don't 'member'er starin't Tess neither, an' she wuz th'naked one. "Is there something you can do, can give me that will protect someone from the-the bad things in town?" 's what she fin'lly asks.

Th'barman comes by wit' m'beer, an'I take a long swallow 'fore I answer. "Well, 'at all d'pends on whatcher lookin' t'protect 'gainst." I says. "I got all-purpose wards, but'ey ain't so strong. C'n make up somethin' spec'fic if'n y'got somethin'n mind." Wonder what she's scared of. Ain't like'ere's a shortage'a thin's t'fear innis fuckin' place. "Gonna hafta be a li'l less vague if'n y'want'n honest answer."