“Ruaridh Ua Birlinn, what can you tell me about him?” asked Iamerge.
Jim took a swig of his ale and then thumped it down on the bar, “Ruaridh is a fine fellow. As it turns out he’s a better trader than his father. He runs his business tight like he used to run the ships for his Da.” Jim picked up his ale and looked at Iamerge as he took another drink.
“Just that? A better trader than his father? Runs a tight ship? You aren’t telling me much, what about the man. What’s he like?
Cooper chuckled, “Well, I knew his Da, Rod Ua Birlinn. Let’s just say that Ruaridh is no Roderick, but that might be age. Might be, but I think it is more like that he takes after his mother.”
“So, its a debt I’ve come to claim. A deal was struck a long time gone and with the father. What are my chances, collecting from the son? If I’m to have aught to pay back your kindness it will come from that.”
“Oh you’ll likely have no trouble. And as to my fee, I told you, I like to know what’s what, if you’ll tell me what I don’t, I’m more than grateful. Right now, I’ve told you that Ruaridh ain’t Rod, and that the worst of him might come from Mongfind, the mother. A boy always wants to live up to the the father and Ruaridh is no exception, he’s a good Celt, open-handed.”
“So avoid Mongfind. Fair enough.”
“Avoid letting the woman into the business end.” Cooper shivered and looked back to his ale, “So that’s what I know, now tell me what I don’t know my good friend Iamerge, who looks like a monk but isn’t. I can tell there’s a story and I’ll hear it.” Jim winked and nursed his ale.