ladies croaks, nervously shuffling her orthopaedic shoes under the table. A young waitress sidles up to the table with a look of ‘I’ve got goss’. “The Opal Feather store just got broken into and set on fire,” she says conspiratorially. “I was walking past on my way to work. Glass and flames everywhere. The salesgirl was screaming about beasts barging into her store. A wolf and a dragon, she says.” I freeze.
