Mairead's eyes narrowed. She nodded at the serving girl, a promise that the Inspector wouldn't be getting any more alcohol on her watch, then leaned her elbows on the table, her piercing gaze driving into the Inspector's. As she leaned forward, the arrows in her quiver rattled a little, her bow glistening with resin in the dim light, and a nearby woman abruptly moved to a new seat on the other side of the tavern.

"What about one last case, then? Fer old time's sake? Maybe just te help a lady oot?" Mairead's gaze, although disguising her emotions, was clearly challenging Inspector Tillman. "It isn't as eif you'll get yer heart broken again lookin' fer a missin' man."