Fynns expression was blank for a moment, then he shook his head.
Nope, any Congressman is our friend, and I have heared about the House Gordon.
Tim Finnegan is the Chief of a famous Junker Clan residing in Inverness.
I have never met him personally so far, quite a character I hear.
Fynn looked worried as he said the next words.
Doreen , we Junkers care for our family. We are family.
If he´s sending one of his men over here it will not be because of a sunburn in the fields, and I do hope it´s only because of some accident. This smells like danger and I will be quick to find out what happened.
He nodded at Doreen, already standing up and getting ready to leave.
You see... I don´t know if you already have met Arbiter Trenton once ?
He and Tim Finnegan where friends once, but their quarrel and parting is legendary.
And if Finnegan´s Wake is heading to Puerto Rico this is like telling me that the Order is inviting Wilde Pilots for a drink.
Now Fynn started to grin and a look of fierce expectation spread across his face.
But I know one thing :
If one of Finnegan´s men is seriously wounded and he wants to bring him here he´ll be docking at the Haven in no time. And I´d like to hear the pibreaugh he´s about to pipe to any foe.