Escaping Silvertongue and Pursuit
Finnegan rubbed his bearded chin thoughtfully, considering Reo's request. "Aye, I might know a few folk who could use an extra hand. Work's been a bit slow lately, but I reckon we can find somethin' suitable for a strapping lad like yourself."
He leaned against the doorframe of the small, modest room, arms crossed over his broad chest. "Tell ya what, Reo. There's an old widow down the lane, Mrs. Ellie McKinnon. Her son, Liam, he's off fightin' somewhere in the east with the army. God knows when he'll be back, or if he'll be back at all, poor soul."
