After assigning the tasks for the coming days to Fiona, Arthur lifted his hat to bid her farewell.
"Don't be upset, Fiona, think of the bright side. Once this job is done, you'll transform into a little rich lady. Six hundred pounds in compensation, enough for you to fill an entire closet with lovely dresses and stack your dressing table, not to mention, you could even buy a small house for yourself."
Fiona glanced at him irritably, "Why do you always pick me for these tasks? Although the pay isn't bad, my people aren't professional trackers, and they're all delicate ladies. Don't you have a shred of sympathy?"
"You're right, Fiona."