"I had good clients." Aedan mused. "Not really for anything in the way of...it's much harder to get hold of drugs at home. Not impossible but they're harder to harvest and get hold of. I fenced a good deal of my goods, sure, but I also just passed them along, as payments, and the other, well..." He shrugged. "Services rendered brought in coin. I survived if I did nothing else, until I decided to try for the militia. But then the whole...rest of this happened."
He laughed, shaking his head a bit. "Da at home...and even the younger one here, when I first arrived...he didn't know what to do with me, I don't believe. Still didn't until fairly recent, but...he' tried at least so I do my best not to make him...it's still funny to me that after so long not giving a shite...I give a shite how he he thinks of me. It's no because of what he'll do to me but...because I want him to think I'm good. It's fucked, aye?" he laughed harder now, then stopped, seeing Peter turn serious.
"I can see that, aye. Sounds a bit like Ellie around people who're vulnerable. She's scared to hurt them, like. And poke at him, hmm? I may take your advice on that. Or you could, if you'd like to see him."