“Hey! psst! Hey!”

The former O’Driscoll whisper-shouted to you. A look of desperation on his face. Kieran was tied to a tree near the scout campfire in the camp that the gang just moved to and set up. He was famished and disheveled.

“You look kind... y-you have a kind face, at least... Can you please get me some food?”

Kieran asked with a slight twinge of hope. You aren’t supposed to feed him. That would go against what Dutch wanted and his orders.

"...please?”