“Take it easy,” Rolan said, giving his clearly harried guest a long glance. “Take a seat. There's no rush.”

Rolan lifted a dusty bottle, popping the cork out. He poured it carefully, filling two cups. He looked at his visitor, again, sliding a cup towards them. He waited till they sat to lean back slightly in his own chair, taking a swallow.

“…Alright,” he said, voice easy. “What do you need help with? What kind of job do you have for me?”