Red Jenny and her many Friends? Don't poke them. It's tempting—because what else can you do—but don't. Never know what you'll get. Because Red Jenny, she's been around a long time, she's everywhere, and she hits hard or she hits light, but the choosing isn't up to you. You want someone to get their desserts, save your coppers for a moral Crow and know what you're getting.
I know a feller who went after her once. You want to lose your friends fast? Just say you're tracking her's. He found a report that said she was killed in Nevarra. Everyone in that command, to a man: dead or hobbled or somehow lost their claims during the winter following. I'll take a witch over whatever she is. Let her pick at nobles; I think it's nature.
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How's it work? You tell me. Ask for something bad to happen, eventually something does. Did she do it? Does it matter? Either way, you think you had a piece. Maybe that's enough.
Recommendations of Captain Varn, private militiaman contracted in Denerim
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