It was surprisingly busy, despite the early hour. Larea was kept on her toes for most of the morning, until all of her companions from the previous day had finally assembled. The owner had given her a break to see them off, so she took the opportunity to join them at a table as they talked. After more formal introductions, Learin explained their mission.. and now it was starting to seem like maybe Sigrun wasn't the only strange one. His goal was to talk to a volcano; more specifically, the spirit of fire Ignis, who was said to reside somewhere in the Calleran islands. Larea had done quite a bit of reading on the spirits, as it was a subject that always fascinated her. Countless were the times she wished she had been born with the gift of magic.. not that it mattered much right now, with the recent decline. In any case, how would he hope to speak to a spirit<span style="font-style: italic">now,</span>when things were out of balance? It was a rare occurrence under the best of conditions, let alone now.<br/><br/>--------<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">1, 2, 3, and... that's all 4. Time to get started, then.</span><br/><br/>The curious redhead in the corner finally stood up, after what felt to her like hours. With a quick stretch, she checked her shirt, popping off the top two buttons and exposing her chest to the prying eyes of the patrons. It wasn't them she was interested in, though; with a sway in her hips, she stepped lightly over to the counter, where the owner was busy poring over ledgers.<br/>She bent over the counter just enough to catch his attention with her assets. "Hey there," she spoke, voice sultry.<br/>The owner stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes apparently at war with his brain over where they should be directed. Eventually the latter won, and he leaned against the counter in as smooth a motion as he could manage. "Well, now.. What can I do you for, miss..?"<br/>"Enly," replied the redhead, twirling a lock of her hair. "I'm afraid I'm rather new to town here, and I was so hoping to take a tour. Maybe find some company to.. show me around?"<br/>The owner choked down the lump in his throat, looking around nervously. This wasn't the time to freeze up. "Well then, if you'd care to wait until later in the evening, I'd be happy to-"<br/>"Oh, phoo. A girl doesn't have time to wait around, you know.." She turned away from him, letting her gaze wander to the other patrons.<br/>"Right you are! My sincerest apologies, expecting a fine damsel such as yourself to wait even a moment." Hesitation gone, he stepped around the counter, grabbing something off a nearby shelf and gesturing to one of his workers to keep an eye on the place. "It would be my honor to show a beautiful woman like you around, Miss Enly," he continued, holding his arm out.<br/>"So glad you could join me," she replied, wrapping her arms around his as they walked out of the door together.<br/><br/>No more than 5 minutes had passed before the owner came rushing back into the bar, face red with anger. "THAT BITCH! Of all the times for the guard to be absent!" He looked around the room frantically before spotting a table that happened to have a walking suit of armor. "YOU! KNIGHT!" he yelled as he stomped over to Sigrun and the others, pulling out a handful of gold from his pouch and slamming them on the table. "Ten gold pieces for your services! That red-haired wench has stolen something from me, a small amulet of great personal value. She was headed out of town, to the Videlian Woodlands - chase her down and I'll double it once you return it to me!" His eyes shifted to the blonde girl under his employ. "You, you'll go with her and make sure she doesn't run off with my gold. I won't take no for an answer! Now go, before she escapes!"<br/><br/><br/>Larea's eyes grew wide as the scene unfolded in front of her. She wasn't sure how to react, so she turned to her companions for an answer; it didn't seem like she had much of a choice in the matter, though. She was his employee, after all.