<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/>Though his focus continued to linger on the goings on of Mr. King - and by the looks of things, he was really getting into introducing himself and his intentions to the proprietor of the establishment, Ms. Lola herself - Robert's main focus was on Rose, who seemed almost stunned to find someone who spoke the same Native language as she did. Interestingly, she also seemed very cautious, not approaching him and standing in preparation as if he might attempt something untoward.<br/><br/>Luckily for her, Robert was not here to do something unsavory to a saloon girl, not even one as captivating as Rose. He knew too well the reputation that the ladies in this place had, and he wasn't going to do something stupid like give them a reason to try and harm him. He was confident that he could withstand any attack they might make against him, but he wasn't here to prove his fighting prowess. He was here to guard Mr. King...and, ostensibly, to enjoy himself.<br/><br/>So why ruin an opportunity to get to know a lovely lady like this?<br/><br/>"I already have a table," he told her, letting his hands drift away from his hips with fingers splayed out, a subtle but noticeably gesture to let her know that he wasn't planning on doing anything to her, "so I would appreciate something to drink. Perhaps you could bring a glass of your best ale, please?"<br/><br/>With that request, he returned to his table, keeping an eye on Rose as she departed to fulfill his order while still focusing on Desmond, who sounded like he was making some sort of offer to Lola. Robert couldn't hear the details from where he sat, but it wasn't his business to know the finer details of his boss's work, so he wasn't bothered by it.<br/><br/>Eventually, when Rose did return with his drink, he thanked the woman by sliding a gold coin from his purse across the table towards her, more as a courtesy towards her than paying for his order, which he would do later. "Thanks," he said as he reached for the glass offered to him. "May I ask your name...your tribal name, I mean? My English name is Robert, but among the Shoshone, I was known as White Bear."