"Joe, about that favour I said I might need, could you find out where Amanda is? That is, of course, assuming she hasn't managed to lose her watcher again."
Joe raised an eyebrow.
"Come on Joe. You don't think I am after her head! Besides, I can find her myself if I have to but you know it will be quicker if you give me the info."
"It is against my oath."
"And you've broken it before, for a good reason. This is for Macleod."
Joe pushed a piece of paper across the bar to the oldest immortal, smiling a little at the outraged expression on his face.
"I figured you would be needing this."
"So what was ...?"
"Figured you should work a little for it." came the reply, softened with the beer being passed his way, "Figured you might need this too."