As Flynn half tumbles/half stumbles onto the porch, you spy just the faintest glimmer of light from the shuttered window to the right of the door.
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The scraping of wood against wood is faintly audible, just before the door cracks open.
A large man quickly opens the door, grabs Flynn by the collar of his coat, and none-too-gently hauls him into the building beyond. Surprisingly quickly and quietly, the porch is empty, and the door is closed once more.
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Megan's father is a large man- one of the more successful carpenters in town- he's known for particularly fine heavy furniture and building framework.
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You immediately recognize both Martin (Megan's father, a huge man- carpenter by trade) and the smell of whiskey on his breath. He gently, but not- as if helping a complete drunkard move- drags/carries you into the next room- their kitchen/dining room. He plants you in a chair, and whispers hoarsely, Maybell! Get this man'a cup o' hot tea. Hot as ya kin mak'it. If'n he don' shut -is yap, e's boun' te git his foolself killt- or worse, us. Now- He looks closely into your eyes in the faint light of a single candle burning in the kitchen and growls quietly. Whatt're you playin' at, boy? Ah kin see there's more drink an yer shirt thin yer breath, now as Ah'm takin' a time ta look. Whet you mean, comin' roun' ere 'n makin' allat racket!? Maybell, Megan's mother, gingerly steps towards the table, with two small cups of tea. With a slight grimace, she places them in front of both of you. Martin, you take one, also; you've had more to drink than you realize. Flynn, what is this all about? she asks, taking a third seat across the small wooden table.