Suppressor rings weren’t just a traditional part of a bounty hunter’s gear, they were essential. In fact, Bitterroot had heard that they’d been invented by a bounty hunter centuries ago to replace the far more bulky suppressor yokes in use at the time. Whatever the case, Bitterroot carried around at least half a dozen of them at all times. She scooped one out of her bags and tossed it over to Amanita. She expected some wheedling, some hesitation, some resistance, but Amanita had the ring over her horn before Bitterroot could open her mouth. The base of her horn glowed as Amanita tried to use magic, but it was stopped dead by the ring. She grinned. “G-good model.”