Blue stared at Leo. She did not know why he was concerned whether she knew what to do from here on out or not. But she did not question it as he gave her advice on who to speak to before she would head out of the inn, walking down the street. He told her to visit a tavern. And so once she got directions, she headed to the Old Owls Tavern. Perhaps this Henry fellow could tell her of any job openings or careers she could set her eyes on. She first needed money in order to meet her needs such as food and shelter so a job was priority. It wasn't long before she arrived at the building and stepped in as she looked around.

"Lo, stranger." said a voice. The tavern had reserved the presence of all but one individual - the keeper himself. He looked like the welcoming sort. "What can I get for you?"

Blue looked to the person who had acknowledged her before she would approach. "I am looking for someone by the name of Henry. I was referred to him by someone." She stated.

"Well, look no furthur." The man was bald, cheery. A yellowish mustache. Not too handsom, not too bad. Just smooth and welcoming. "How can I help you?"

"I was wondering if you knew if there were any businesses around that are hiring? Or if you could recommend me to one. What's the most needed occupation in this town?" She asked. She hoped it wasn't doctor or nurses. She was not qualified. "I heard that there were bounties in this town. Is that true?" She asked. Hopefully there were still some left that she could use to start off with. Usually bounties had rewards that she could get in a month where most people got in a year.

"You know whats the difference between Merridean and Nede?" Henry grinned, acknowledging Blue's quizical look when he extracted a half finished bottle of vodka, sliding a glass her way before pouring one for his own leisure. "Nede's got multi-cultural markets. Merridean's got bounties. Sanctuary's atmosphere stinks with posters of'em." The guy lifted his glass in a friendly gesture. "If you're good with tables, I could use the extra hand, but I'd have to check my scheduel." Henry would down his shot in a gulp.

Blue stared at the man before he offered her a glass of vodka. It was obvious by the expression in her eyes that she was more than grateful to take the drink. She couldn't recall the last time she had had liquor so it was well-appreciated as she downed her own beverage as well. She exhaled heavily afterwards in satisfaction before wiping her mouth and then examining the occupants of the bar. "I don't know about that. Most of these men look like they wouldn't have a second thought trying to cope a feel in if they find me attractive. And I'm not one who'll politely tell them to stop. Customer first was not really a concept I mastered."

“Huh…You know, that’s a lil convenient.” Henry’s brows raised, crossing his arms as he leaned himself against the bar. “I could use a bouncer. The last one drank himself dead. I could hold my own, but I can’t be at two places at once. Found a bottle missing during one event. Stayed clear from others.”

Blue listened to him and canted her head. "A bouncer, eh? I suppose I could do that," she stated. She would need an activity to do other than bounties. "I may be interested." She stated. It was a job though she was honestly more interested in bounty hunting than working as a bouncer. But being a bounty hunter won't get her money soon and she would need one that could at least every other week until she could see if she could handle the bounty hunting business.

“Great. You’re hired.” Henry winked, sliding her another glass that collided with the other, causing the empty shot glass to drop beneath the bar. Though there was no shattering sound. Must’ve been a basket there or something. “So you got a name?”

Blue blinked as he decided to hire her on the spot. She hadn't even said she wanted the job, other than she was interested but she may as well take the chance. "People call me Blue," she responded calmly and happily took the new glass. Hell, if working at this tavern meant free drinks, it was more than worth it.

"Oh. B-ffffffttt!" Henry choked on his own shot, spraying the contents of the drink behind his counter. He asked her to watch the counter, sliding his bottle and its remnants towards Blue’s possession. Henry would disappear at an exit after he hastily asked her to watch the counter. It wasn’t long before he returned with a fistful of paper. Desperation was obvious, but he did best to dismiss that notion. Returning to the counter from behind, sliding the poster. “Might wanna change that…”

Blue stared at him as he sprayed the contents of teh liquor upon the counter. She wondered what had elicted that kind of reaction as she watched as he hurried off only to return with a poster. "Hm?" She asked curiously as he slid a poster over towards her. She leaned over to look at it as she wondered why it was of such great important and what she had to change.

The poster read “Wanted. Little Blue Red Riding Hood, Dead or Alive.” And a handsome reward for it too.

"Oh," she stated, not surprised by the poster. That was inconvenient. "So you want me to change my name?" She asked curiously as she looked to him with a quirk of a brow. If he knew who she was, was he still willing to hire her?

Henry would pull the poster from beneath her and rip it to shreds. “Might as well be good for the both of us.” The man remarked, lifting something that was obviously a trash bin from the sound of it.

"Hmm," she murmured. She thought about it for a moment. Did she want another alias? She was somewhat attached to her current one but then again, if it would cause her trouble... "Deirdre," she stated. Very few knew her real name so she assumed she may as well start using a part of it. "Is that acceptable?" She asked.

"Diedre. . .I'd pick a not too significant name, if I'd wanna keep a low profile." Henry shrugged. "But alright. Diedre it is." The man reached with a sincere hand. "The name's Henry - Henry Owls."

Blue stared at him passively. "Unless you want to make up an alias for me, I really don't know what other name to go by. Fiona?" She asked though she wasn't sure if she was comfortable in using her first name at all. She sighed before she reached out to shake his hands. "I know." She stated.

"Nah, too lovable. We'll go with - Rose." Henry pointed out, gesturing with his index finger. "Name's a bit pretty, but we've been having alot of Roses lately. Rose Samfield."

"Rose?" She asked with a quirk of a brow. But then again, he knew this town better than she did. Or she assumed he did anyways. He was starting a business here. "Alright. Rose." Not her preference but if it would keep her inconspicuous she may as well go with it for now. "As long as you don't start calling me sweetypie," she stated. It was a new start, at least.

“So, Rose.” Henry would shift himself back to the sink, returning to his duties. “What brings you here?"

"Circumstance," she stated simply, as vague was it was. "I am looking for someone who I got seperated from. I'm hoping if I stay in this town near where we got seperated, that he might consider visiting it in search for me." She explained further.

“Friend’s got a name?” Henry’s brow arched.

"Van. Van Hienkel," she responded softly.

Henry went quiet for a minute, his pausing at a rather notable moment at the mentioning of the name before he looked over his shoulder. “You might wanna consider yourself lucky that you even had the chance to partner with the guy. That man is a ghost.” Henry remarked, before slowly resuming his work. “But – you can be sure that he’ll make it to the Merridean one day. Days, weeks, years – you never know.”

"Years..." She said dryly. It was obvious that she did not want to wait that long if she could help it. "But what if he is dead? Wouldn't my waiting that long be for nothing?" She asked. She didn't want to wait for someone who was already dead. The problem was that she didnt know if he was alive or not.

“If his body was found, the whole of Merridean would be in a frenzy. News travels fast to these parts, missy.” Henry insisted, obviously against such a notion. “You don’t earn the name ‘Barbarian Prince’ least you’ve survived when you should have died many times.”

"Hmm," she murmured. So he knew who Van was, or the title that Van had earned. "If you say so," she stated though she didn't sound very convinced. All she could do was hope that Van had survived the flood. And if not... Her thoughts trailed off into uncertainty. She sighed. She would wait. However long it took.

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