The Good Captain speaks frankly
it's a good thing Heather was around.
Hearing footsteps coming from the hallway behind the counter, the mercenary clawed his anger into a small box in his mind and waited to see who the blonde would bring back with her.
“You came crying to me because a man scared you?” A man’s baritone voice came from the hallway. “What kind of a bean-cheangail are you?” The blonde must have answered him …