Sorry, posted and run.
"Weeerll, wasn't whut Oi was expectan', fer sooth. Thot' th' Bulger knave woo'd be lookan' fer 'is men or soomwhut."
"A festive, ey? Coman' an' goan' woo'd take loik five or so days, tho'. Are ya goin', ladee?"
Yes, I know it's strange to ask, but feels more stranger for Bill not to ask. He's been treating the fae like everyone else...
How many wheat seeds we have left, and how many can we ration for the helpers and for our own food and stock? I'd vote for not going actually, but we'll see. Maybe the fae would like to go. And, oh, how far was the town with the maid?