Canadian whiskey. Of course. It was hard to find anything half-decent in or around Jagger Hills that hadn't already been snatched up by early adopters of the bootlegging business, so he couldn't entirely blame the boys this time, but damn if it wasn't irritating. At least they managed to get something worthwhile out of the heist this time- a new recruit, you.

You were currently helping the rest of the Fair Maiden speakeasy's "retrievers" unload the whiskey to tuck into an emergency supply cellar- the Fair Maiden wasn't desperate...well, not yet, anyway- for new stock, so the whiskey was more of a last resort (mainly because it was awful).

Harold watches over the unloading, monitoring the time on his pocket-watch, and he eventually clears his throat once the last bottles are in the cellar.

"Well, gentlemen, it's certainly been a...fruitful night. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to introduce our newest recruit to the boss." He explains, his voice eloquent and professional as he places a hand on your shoulder to guide you to the boss's office- Madame Bosco, Jagger Hills's most influential speakeasy owners...and one of its most powerful witches.