"The widow’s eyebrows raised. “Ye’ve got all these nasty pooches to run around with and ye still might die?†“I’m going to go fight with a god, some demons, and a coven of witches who all want to kill me,†I said, “so it’s a distinct possibility.†“Are y’goin’ t’kill ’em back?†“I’d certainly like to.†“Attaboy,†the widow chuckled. “Off y’go, then. Kill every last one o’ the bastards and call me in the mornin’."