The large leverett approached the table she sat at, and, clutching soft cap in paws, coughed politely to attract the Fox mage's attention. "What do you desire?" The fox looked round, her face shielded by a white mask. Whether this made her more or less scary than the scars it hid was a matter of debate. The leverett whispered quietly, and placed some pennies on the table. The vixen mage smiled, almost kindly, reached into her cloak, and with a flourish of sparks, placed a silver necklace embedded with semi-precious stones on a cloth in front of the wide-eyed hare. It glowed slightly with a white and green aura, "It will help her, but won't cure her fully, she needs a proper priest and lots of fresh air and baths for that..." The young hare n9dded, took the proffered item, and scuttled off. The Vixen made a sign to Roddy Pewt, the Newt, the owner and (partial) namesake of the bar. He reached under the counter, and produced the crystal goblet and bottle of v...