Trying To Help, Emphasis on Trying

"So you're Rowan's?"

"Relative of the older variety."

"Right." I was trying to help Rowan since she did not actively seek my help I went to her fisherman instead. I could see why she didn't want to date him, he was horrifically fat and from the look of it didn't catch much fish. Frankly I was shocked she managed to make a living with the old fatman. Especially with as much drink as he was pulling down.

"So you're in the fisherman circles, what can I do to help Rowan out, money is an object." Look I wanted to help a relative, I didn't want to put any money down on it, because I'm all about me and this was at best a vanity project disguising a vaction where I'm abdicating responsibility for being a responsible person.

"You're not from around here are you?"

"You are a master of observation sir." He had a name I didn't care to know it, nor write it down.

"Well the fisherman's guild has rules Mr. Lorentino, and Rowan doesn't meet the most of the requirements for joining, especially because she's a woman." I was shocked, shocked to find sexism a factor in the fisherman's guild. I mean if you can't trust a group of men who banded together to prevent others from taking over their jobs to not be excluding jerks, who can you trust?

"So you're saying I have to move up the chain take on the fisherman's guild?"

"That's not what I'm..."

"Well it wouldn't be the first time I broke up a boys club for the good of this world. Thank you sir I shall do my best."

"I didn't..." I left him in his half drunken stupor to reflect on all the good I've done and decided to try and find the head of this fisherman's guild, which wasn't very hard since they had a headquarters and structure and everything. That's why I prefer business over cults, even though they share a disturbing amount of similarities!