Wanting to turn a new page in life, you moved to Cork, Ireland. You'd heard of the way the community was close knit there and it was indescribably enticing. The locals all knew each other and valued each other. The economy in the area was doing great and the town was growing. What was there not to love?

The biggest issue was getting a new job. However, while taking a look at the area before fully moving all of your things in, you learned of Bunratty Castle. It was an old castle building that had been repurposed for a traditional style market. Considering you had quite a few skills, you thought that surely it was a nice place to start. Not to mention you'd get a good chance to meet the locals and network into the community.

After moving into your new cottage on the moor you headed to Bunratty to begin setting things up. You had requested and obtained a market stall where you could sell anything of your choice (as long as it was legal, of course). Across the castle yard were two men. One was a woodworker and the other was a blacksmith. They worked diligently, every now and then stopping to talk to passersby or each other. They seemed nice enough...

Maybe this was a good place to start?