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Top ‘ th’ mernin’ t’yez, lass. *Tim Finnegan raises a flagon, bowing slightly and grinning mirthfully*
Sure’n it’s been aye some time since ye’n me last hae us a wee chat, aye.
Lang bloody explanations be aye unsav’ry an’ toiresome, but do forgive an’ old lad fer ‘is absence. *winks, smiling*
Oi come t’yez this foine day wif a tale t' tell ye'z - a true one a’ tha’ - one wha’ were told t’me by me fadder, ol’ Patty Finnegan, lamented former Clan Chief o’ th’ Gordons ‘o Inverness.
One tha’ were aye told unner th’ promise o’ secrecy an’ import when Oi were bu’ a wee lad, propped ‘pon me dad’s kilts.
Ye'z see, lass, wee few know it but Oi been Loremaster o’ th’ Sirian Junkers since me fadder’s passin’ under th’ ministrations o’ th’ feckless bloody Kusar-rats wha’ runs Fuchu Prison, ‘lo those many years ago.
Oi only loosen me lips this day ‘cause Oi been arsked ta, by Jimmy Trenton - Chief Arbiter o’ th’ Junkers Congress, an’ released o’ me bonds o’ soilence by his auth’rity.
Now, mezz Baker, ef we can aye dispense wif th’ toitles an’ fancy frills, we lot'll leave such ‘tings as “Admiral” n’ “Coileach an Taobh Tuath” on th’ pub floor, n’ share us a flagon ar’ two as a plain pair.
Me ‘ope is tha’ as such, ye’z n me can aye speak openly an’ frankly.
*spreads his hands, smiling genuinely*
Oi do ‘ereboy offer ye safety n’ berth a’ me bonny ‘ome, Invergrdon on ‘Ness, fer such a meetin’.
Bring all th’ escort ye’z require, nae soul nor shep wha’ travels wif’ ye lot will be denoied rest n’ refit, respite n’ recreation, s’long as Oi command th’ Clan Gordon.
*raises his flagon again, nodding*
So, lass.
Whaddye’z say then?
Would ye’z deny an auld space-salt such a wee request?
Oi willnae take o’er much o’ yer toime, an' tha' be a promise.
Tim Finnegan, Clan Chief of the Gordon Junkers
Coileach an Taobh Tuath