*DUMPS HER HUNTING BAG, GRABS HER BOOKS AND SINKS DOWN ONTO A STOOL, HEAD ON HER ARMS*

DAMNED CROSSROADS DEMONS...CAN'T EVER GIVE SOMEONE A STRAIGHT ANSWER...

*FLAILS HER GOOD HAND OVER THE BAR AND FINDS A BOTTLE OF SOMETHING TAKING A BELT BEFORE STARTING ON THE ROADHOUSE BOOKS*

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