Rowan was walking down the street as he took a drag off his cigarette making sure to keep his flat cap on with one hand in his pocket. Trying to keep his head down and out of trouble at the moment. The British were crawling everywhere tonight it seemed.

He wished they'd go back to their damn barracks and be the usual lazy pieces... he stopped when he heard a soldier getting loud and aggressive.

"I said what are you doing out this late? And carrying that bag?" One of them says trying to snatch the bag from your hands. Which just irritates Rowan,

"Give us the damn bag." The soldiers friend said, trying to rough you up by manhandling you in an effort to shake your grip loose on the bag. Rowan had seen you around town before- he knew you were harmless. The British just wanted something to bitch about.

"Oh! There you are! I've been scoutin' the whole city of Cork just about lookin' for ya." Rowan said suddenly speaking to you as if he knew you.

"You know this one?" The guard asked as he loosened his grip on your bag, though the other soldier held you in place.

"Aye I do, I asked for them to run by the pub earlier and see if my order of beer made it in. Needed them to fetch it for me if so, so if they've got glass bottles I'd like it if you didn't break them." Rowan says to them trying to be amicable, even though the urge to deck them both in the face was strong. Keeping his hand in his pocket while he smoked his cigarette.

"So be it, get out of here and go off with your friend here." The soldier holding you said shoving you as you stumbled.