The general mood in the bar only got rowdier as time went on, causing Frank to look up from his book with a look that could even cause the Devil some discomfort. He snapped the tome closed and gathered his things, sliding the Ripper into it's harness on his belt, causing those around him to visually relax. He picked up the remainder of his supplies and left a few caps for the server. Can't hurt to start building a good reputation, he thought. He quickly made his way out, not wanting to listen to anymore drunken yelling from one particularly loud source, and stepped onto the street. As he did, he noticed a man hanging something onto a nearby building.<br/><br/>Frank walked over casually, feigning interest in his surroundings as he neared the man with a rather large stack of papers. The man moved on soon after and Frank glanced at what he was working on. Some work, huh? The 300 caps didn't interest him too much, but the promise of future work was interesting...he'd rather not be recognized as a mercenary, but even they need a medic. He doubted anyone nearby could fill the position, so he thought it his civic duty to apply. Instead of the fools getting themselves killed, he'd make a bit of profit towards setting up his clinic and, more importantly, a step toward his reputation as a physician. Not a bad deal, Frank thought. It's not like he'd just let anything kill him either, especially when he's so close...<br/><br/>Frank glanced at the sky and figured he had a couple hours at least until the meeting time, so he decided to try and find some lodging somewhere. There must be an Inn of some description in this backwoods stretch of desert.