Fíadh's in the middle of polishing a finished product when she hears the knocks. It's direct-sounding enough that she quickly straightens up before setting aside her task and striding to the door. Throwing it open she finds ... a man. A very average, nondescript man. But slowly she recognizes him as one of the townsfolk, not a soldier, and a slight surge of disappointment sinks through her. He won't want to fight, pity. Still, here's here for something.

"Hm." It's a grunt of acknowledgement, but also a question all wrapped in one. What do you want?