They entered the common room and all atmpts to shout conversation over the peeling thunder fell silent instantly. Under the simple brown cloak and hoo... they wore, hem spattered with mud and brim pulled down over their face to keep off the rain it was impossible to tell what manner of person, or even gender, the individual was. However, as every eye in the tavern followed them to the bar they found themselves looking at a set of well-worn boots made from the hide of a pyro-hydra and at once they. Instead Joe, MaryAnn and I had a very relaxing and carefree meal. The wine flowed freely. We laughed about our experience, Joe especially going over each round of my fight. He even insisted that Kristin was bigger and stronger than MaryAnn, and could possibly win in a boxing match."I would pay money to see that fight, two Amazons fighting against one another, with John as the prize."I think the wine was beginning to cloud his judgment. I could see that MaryAnn was beginning to get annoyed.I. What was it again?”“Persephone.” Helen replied. It had been so long since she’d said it, the name felt strange on her lips; a dimly-remembered sense-memory like the taste of a candy from childhood that hasn’t been made in years. “Yeah, Paneffee! Right. That’s how I said it then. Oh, she didn’t come to either funeral; I figure she’s gotta be dead by now or she’d have shown up looking for money or something long ago.”“Wow, Mom was into Mythology, wasn’t she,” The Sally-Thing chimed in. “That’s. The killer had no idea she existed. And though no shot had ever been fired by her, the others gave her all the knowledge they had on how to shoot and where to shoot and what to be expected when the pistol expelled bullets.Margie knew when the door rattled with the sound of someone attempting entry that no one notified her of their return home. Hiding behind the bed, at least her petite body, she set her pistol with two hands grasping it on top of the bed and waited. She measured the door and.