*as night falls and the full moon is mirrored in the waters of the river, a solitary figure in a velvet dress boards the boat. Carrying only her carpetbag in her hand, a hawk on her shoulder, and a gleam in her eye, the priestess makes her way to the tavern*
"Thank you dear, tea would be lovely....no....nothing for my bird. MoJo fends for himself....My name? Dear, dear girl...better you don't know. If you must address me you can call me Ms. Mallette."
She steps out into the breeze, mumbles a few kind words to the moon, and pays the boy on deck with gold from her bag*
"This boat doesn't move on it's own chile...get a plate of the houses finest grub and take it to the steamroom."