Mairead could tell this man was at least half-drunk, and she frowned when he started on another ale. This was not the sort of respectable inspector she'd expected, but what could she do about it? She'd have to work with what she was given.

"I've heard you're up for hire- I need help, someone who knows this town, to track down my father. I'm willing to pay almost every penny I have for it." Along her journey to Whitby, Mairead had gained somewhat of a small fortune through selling her hunting-gained wares. She really had no use for it other than renting a room in an inn while she was here, so this proposition wasn't much to her, but from the gasp she heard from an eavesdropper, this was an unusual offer.