It's a firm, corded shoulder that Ernesto finds his hand upon, one that's possibly a match for his own, or even it's better.
Her eyebrow cocked as she turns her head to look down at the hand, then up at the man attached to it, the longshorewoman cracks a half-smile and nods a bit.
"I appreciate the sentiment, which is why you can have your hand back," she says with a half-joking, half-serious chuckle to her voice. "The name's Martha, and if you can find him..." Martha looks past Ernesto, at the others, before she continues. "...I'd be much appreciative. Last I heard he was heading out toward the forester's bar, The Verdant Edge. Even if he tied one on, horribly, he'd have still be back today as he was the caller today, for our cadence when pulling line."
For the locals in the group, The Verdant Edge is a known bar ran by former rangers and foresters that caters to folk who prefer to stay on the edges of the settlement, avoiding town save for the most important endeavors. It's about an hour's walk, north by northwest, outside of Camlin Way.
[sblock=OOC]I'm sorry about the delay, but I was dead tired when I got home last night, and I ended up sleeping like ten hours, or so. Anyhow, the speedy should pick up a bit this weekend, as needed.[/sblock]