~Grace O’Malley~


Dunar rested his heavy head on the bartop. “Who is that?” Garcie nudged the Captain but he wouldn’t budge. She turned to Tiernan, who never left her side very far. “Tiernan, go find out who that seadog is that just entered, over there behind the slave girls.” She pointed discreetly and Tiernan nodded.

Tiernan was a good build, but was smaller than the man he was about to approach. Chuckling and whispers rippled through the crew as he passed by the pirates to direct himself to the stranger upon Grania’s orders. The slave girls fancied her bodyguard and had hoped that he was making thier way to pay a small price for an evening of pleasure. Unfortunatly for Tiernan he had another agenda.

“The Irish Queen be wantin to know yer name.” Tiernan spoke her name in the same tone he would announce their chieftain, with respect and reverence.

The Gaul looked down to Tiernan who stood about a foot less than he. “Tigernan, I am here on business, looking to trade wool and fish from the finest Gaelic craftsmanship out on sea.” He finished his Falernan and watched as Tienan walked slowly back through the crowd to deliver the message to Gracie.