The Heartwood Clean bandit

He shook his head when Elwood gave his sister's name and description. He hadn't seen her. When pressed to describe his own missing person, he hesitated, as always. Peregrine wasn't fond of divulging things to strangers, particularly anything that could make him look disadvantaged or otherwise weak. The fact that he couldn't keep track of his own subordinates didn't look so good, after all.

"Her name is Finley and she has gray fur," he said after a few beats of silence. "Your help would be appreciated, Elwood. But if you're going to run off in search of Avery, how can you report back to me with information, should you come across any?" A thought occurred to him. "Maybe if you stationed yourself somewhere, it would be more conducive to both searches. Anyway, it might be wiser to settle down somewhere and postpone your search 'til spring. It's going to get nasty here in a few weeks..."

He let the implication hang in the air for a moment before cutting to the chase, "Redhawk Caldera could use some able bodies. Would you be interested in joining our numbers? If so, what sorts of skills could you bring to the table?"