*Thor*
Without waiting for me, she marches up a path, climbs three steps … steps she might have scrubbed as a child … and knocks smartly. She is without a doubt the most independent she-wolf I have ever known. She doesn’t require my arm for support or my permission for action.
The door opens, and a hunched-over woman gives me an excruciatingly slow perusal before turning her attention to Gina.
“Hello, Mrs. Opard”. She says.
“Gina”. The woman greets her.
Does this bar owner know everyone ? Do they all know her ?
“Any new lodgers of late ?” Gina asks.
“My rooms have been filled for a couple of months now. No one new”. The woman answers.
Gina nods. “And in your common room ?”
The old woman shifts her feet as though she has been caught in a lie. “They come 'n' go. 'Specially them wha
