Even to a woman as wordly-seeming as her, the bartender's tale was enough to cause her furry brow to ascend a few inches.  She said not a word until the man finished, drinking in every word and clearly trying to find some sense in what she was hearing.<br/><br/><em>"Doesn't sound like anythin' I've ever heard o', and ye kin trust me when I say that I've heard o' a <strong>lot</strong>,"</em>she said, punctuating the statement with a hard<em>click</em>from one of her claw-like nails against the counter.<em>"Ya reckon there's some sorta Mother o' Monsters takin' up roost in them woods, or maybe just some crazy nutter with a book o' spells havin' himself a laugh?"</em>