Utterly Mad

(I know about the niece, I'm just a forgetful fucker, so its implied)

With his batlike hearing, LW hears this (rolled a listen check for you leaving the bar)

"So you see lass, I'm in need of mercs. I will pay well, and provide weaponry for the rabble who sign up. Locals will probably like ye too, I'll put in a good word for ye." the old man said, soundinga bit desperate.