Riu was lost. Not that that was hard considering she was in a world she had never been to before. Her mother had shoved her through a portal, something Riu didn't even know she could do, telling Riu that she had to find someone to help her. Of course, Riu hadn't heard who that someone was, so Riu was doomed.<br/><br/>The small bag of coins would quickly diminish, Riu knew. There wasn't a lot of coin in the bag, and they all seemed to be a small denomination. Riu had never even seen coins that looked like these either. The stamp on them wasn't in a language she quite recognized either. The letters were the same as the Treaty language back home. But the words themselves were unrecognizable.<br/><br/>Riu froze. The sound of wood being nailed echoed past her through the trees. All the interactions she had had so far had been unpleasant ones with the military. Riu had made a point of avoiding them after that. Her experience back home made that easy enough at least. This wasn't military though. She pulled herself up into a tree and found a vantage point that allowed her to see the source of the noise. A man was driving a wooden stake into the ground.<br/><br/>Riu dropped down and came upon the restaurant from the road. "Hello." She said somewhat tentatively.<br/><br/>"Ah hello. I haven't seen you around here before. How are you doing? Can I help you?"<br/><br/>"I am doing okay," Riu spoke the local language well enough though she maybe spoke a bit archaic. "I am afraid that I cannot read your language though."  Riu pointed to the sign.<br/><br/>"Ah, no worries. It's a help wanted sign." The man paused and looked Riu over. "I suppose I should take it down. It's already done its job." The man grinned, and with one hand pulled the sign back out of the ground. "What is your name kid?"<br/><br/>"Riu Kovac." She wanted to add that she wasn't a kid, not by any means. She also wanted to ask what his name was, but she resisted the urge.<br/><br/>"Then come on in Riu. I'll teach you how to read our language a bit, at least a menu. And you'll take orders of incoming soldiers. War is a nasty thing, but my restaurant is neutral territory." The next couple of days Riu spent learning how to read the menu; it was close enough what the restaurant proprietor called Old Meanish, and Riu called Treaty, that she had little problem with it. She spoke still a more archaicly than most, but she wasn't struggling as hard as she had.