<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6b/c8/c4/6bc8c424fca89a5f794ddde16f9ae2e3.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character: White Bear (Robert)<br/><br/>Location: Lola's Saloon<br/><br/>Time of day: Sunset/Evening<br/><br/>Tagging: Rose, Desmond, open<br/></strong><br/><br/>The Shoshone woman seemed nervous around him, which was perhaps an understandable reaction. Robert had not exactly endeared himself to either the White Man or the remaining members of his own tribe since falling in with Desmond. His gave his allegiance completely to Mr. King, and that meant often standing in direct conflict with whoever stood in his boss's way, whether white or red in skin color. There were plenty of men of all races, creeds, and nationalities who would probably prefer to never lay eyes on Robert again.<br/><br/>Still, it was a shame that a woman this beautiful was displaying some anxiety around him, though perhaps it was for reasons other than his aggressive looks? In all honesty, this saloon felt very different from other saloons in more ways than one, and that included the women serving the drinks. For all he knew, this Native girl's behavior had nothing to do with him. Could he perhaps learn more about her? Hard to say, considering she was keeping her distance from him, but if Mr. King planned on coming here often enough...<br/><br/>...or if Robert actually used some of his days off from time to time...<br/><br/>The woman returned with a glass of strong ale, placing it down on the table for him. As he picked up the mug and took a careful sip, she asked if there was anything else she could do for him, which gave him the opportunity to ask about her Native name. She seemed almost reluctant to give it to him, as if she were ashamed of it. As much as Robert disliked the tribe that had raised him - bunch of arrogant bastards - he felt a pang of pity that a pretty little thing like this girl felt ashamed of her original name. Her White name Rose did seem fitting, at least...she was as beautiful as the desert flower.<br/><br/>Still, when he did hear her Native name - Pretty Hawk - he found it a lot more appropriate for her. He smiled at her before taking another sip of ale. "Your Shoshone name is beautiful," he said, "just like you. You need not be ashamed of it, at least around me. I find it fits you very well." He held up the ale tankard and added, "And thank you for the ale, it tastes good...better than other drinks I've had elsewhere." Indeed, this ale tasted fresh and strong, without any suggestion that it had been watered down.<br/><br/>As he took another swig from the tankard, he glanced over at his boss Desmond. By the looks of things, the boss had concluded his business with Lola and was now entertaining himself by inserting himself into a game of cards. His eyes met his boss's briefly as Mr. King looked up to make sure that his henchman was still nearby and paying attention. Robert gave his boss a quick thumbs up to let him know that he was still keeping an eye on him, and everything so far looked good - no worries thus far.<br/><br/>Feeling his stomach rumble a little, he again looked up at Rose. "It seems I might be willing to order some thing to eat as well," he told her. "Do you have any suggestions on a small meal I can have?" Honestly he would've been open to anything, as long as it let him talk and look at this gorgeous Shoshone woman for just a little longer.<br/>