As we walked around the burnt out remains of their cottage. They were silent.
"I can not believe he told us it was the right way to dispose of our victims." Michael said quietly.
"Well the Council took care of him, now did they not?" Samantha told Michael.
"Yes they did."
We continued on our patrol. Paddy took us on a little detour.
"I want to see this pub." He told me. It was the Fraser Pub he wanted to see. "I had a feeling you might want to see where they had been living." I nodded.
We walked into the pub. I was hit with all the spice and herb scents. Paddy glanced quickly at me. I nodded.
He ordered ale for all of us.
"It might take a while we are a little shorthanded."
"No worries."
"Aye, my husband, got rid of our help before finding someone to replace them." She said.
Samantha jumped up. "If you need help my friend and I used to work as barmaids."
The Lady looked at them. "All right but no sampling the ale."
"Not to worry Madam."
"All right. I am Maggie Fraser. The ox in the kitchen is my husband, Bart."
Samantha and Rachelle followed her into the kitchen.
"Who the blazes are you?" We heard a man yell from the kitchen.
"They are willing to help, Bart."
"You know I do not have coin to pay them." He told Maggie.
"That is all right. We will work some thing out." Paddy and I looked at each other.
"Do not worry. They know the rules." Michael whispered. "They do not want to be put in a cage again." Paddy nodded.
We watched Samantha and Rachelle work from opposite ends of the room, taking orders and serving the patrons.
Maggie and Bart worked in the kitchen getting the orders ready while the vampires served the food.
They brought Paddy his ale and water for the rest of us.
"We do not want to waste the ale, now do we?" Samantha whispered. Michael, Roger and I shook our heads.
Paddy finished his ale. Samantha walked over to us. "We will see you back at home." She winked then turned and slapped the man behind her for pinching her butt.
He laughed. "I like you Lass."
We returned to the cavern.
The girls worked at the pub during the evenings and did their Guard duties the rest of the time.
It worked out well for them. They would sip from the more friendlier patrons.
Paddy asked a few days later if I was ready to try his idea. I nodded.
"Oh by the way, how much is a sip?" He asked.
"It is only a mouthful." He nodded. "All right."
