Quitting her job at Hog's Head, on the other hand, was quite an appealing idea.
Despite the occasional more interesting patron she would have a short conversation with, working in this goddamn pub was the very definition of monotony, especially the early hours after opening when the dim room would be empty, only with few early, not particularly conversational drinkers. They weren't of the intriguing sort either. There were no shady under-table kind of business nor secret meetings, only an insatiable thirst for anything with alcohol in it.
This, of course, happenned to be the current occasion.
Deryn didn't force a conversation with any of them, merely providing the scarce clientele with requested drinks, before returning to her place behind the bar and settling there on the stool, a newspaper in her hands. Even this was typical.

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.



