"Sir Marcel, we've been waiting for you," the flame-haired youth said as the merchant hopped down from the driver's seat. "Is that Darragh you have with you?" he asked, pointing to the bound and gagged figure sitting slumped on the driver's seat next to where Marcel had been. "We had a bit of trouble earlier," he said as his face heated in embarrassment.
"Ollie! No, Sir Ollie," Marcell said warmly, placing extra emphasis on Ollie's new title. Walking quickly, the youthful-looking merchant strode to the young man's side before enveloping him in an enthusiastic embrace and patting him several times on the back. "Don't worry about the trouble with Darragh," he said quietly.
"I expected that someone might cause trouble," he added. "I just wasn't certain who it would be. No harm was done, and we've uncovered a problem before it could grow into a catastrophe."
