The sun began to set as Alanza walked along the long, trashed road to the pub, rifle at the ready if any creature decided to hinder her way to it. Her hunger began to make her angry, and she knew she should have come to the pub way earlier, although she had to collect and search for the scrap they asked her for, which was contained in the large brown pack on her back as well. She had to kick some trash out of the way along her journey, the garbage was everywhere along the road. Finally reaching the entrance, she took her pack off her back and shoved the scrap to the side to make room for her gun. She placed her gun in the pack, closed it, placed her pack on her pack again, and proceeded inside. She saw some individuals she knew in there, many of them she did not like or had a negative experience with of some kind. Many gave her glares and nasty looks, but she avoided eye contact to ignore them and proceeded to search for her client. No one knew her true strength. She spoke with the bartender, the most available person to speak to, about the scrap she has for the owner. It angered her a little that the owner was not ready to meet her, and that she spent what in her mindset a very long time searching for the scrap to give to this person who is nowhere to be seen. "May I speak to the owner, miss? I have some scrap to sell that he asked for."<br/><br/>"Sure, I will go get him. You can have a seat here." The bartender guided Alanza to the most available seat, and then left to fetch the owner. Alanza, not being much of a patient person at all, was frustrated to wait.