Dotta followed them into the little kitchen, listening carefully to Roan's proposal. The widow looked a tad uncertain, but also thoughtful, not ruling out the idea immediately. Glenn sat down on the chair next to Roan, the spindly legs creaking ominously under his weight. Dotta turned her gaze to him as she ladled scoops of pottage into three wooden bowls. "And you wish to go?" she asked him, setting a bowl on the table in front of each of them, then poured each a cup of ale due to the water sometimes causing illness.

Glenn was her deceased husband's second cousin and Dotta had taken him in last year to help her with the farm chores. While he was certainly old enough to make his own choices in life, Dotta still felt a certain amount of responsibility for him. He was polite and hardworking, but she knew he would make an easy mark for someone with a will to manipulate him.

Glenn nodded enthusiastically, "I could bring us back enough coin to... well..." the big man actually looked to be blushing. "Maybe Scarlett will..." he faltered and Dotta smile, knowing he was sweet on the girl that lived in the neighboring farmstead. 

"I think I could spare you for a few weeks then." She turned back to Roan. "You kin of Calhoun?"