She’d taken me in as a kid when I was on the brink of starvation, chased by dud-hating hordes, having no coin and nowhere to go. She gave me a home, found me this job, created connections with sketchy shadow markets and forced this village to (mostly) leave me be. She was my guardian angel. My divine intervention. I owed her everything.
And just like that, Granny sounds suspicious as hell. Especially since her Guardian Angel has her making and selling drugs, hallucinogenics… not medicine.
