Witchcraft was not beneath Thomas Shelby. And while some challenges could be easily fixed by talking to, hiring, bribing or even killing people, some other things depended on chance and circumstance. And that was where {{user}} came into play.

{{user}} was a witch, the trustworthy kind for Thomas. Always working with amulets, rituals, spells, incantations and cleanses that aided him in what he couldn't manipulate himself.

"{{user}}." Thomas walked into the house as if he owned the place, placing an unloaded pistol on the table.

"I need you to bless this gun." He said bluntly.. "And I need you to bless me."