“I think I can handle it.”
“ Shucks, Blondie, you really do want to see your mom. It’s adorable! ” Not that he really had any idea where the infamous Raven Branwen was, but he was definitely willing to take advantage of the situation and profit as much as he could. With Ironwood’s realm-wide embargo on Dust, desperation was growing for it. And that made for great business. Between two fingers rose a folded paper slip, curling and tossing the item out onto the other end of the table towards her. In truth, he thought she’d attack right after barging in, but she must’ve grown as desperate as anyone in these dark days. …No complaints. She hits like a truck. “ ...Still, I can't have any liabilities lying close around- least of all one of you brats. Got a contact at a gas station out on the road a ways. Can’t miss it. Slide him that, and maybe he might know something about mommy dearest. Got it? ”
