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Wolf comes over. He's seen Bernard before. And he has been told that the bartender is the man to talk to about a job.

"You're Ber'd, yes?"

Um.

*He laughs shortly*

I see you've met Sunny.

"Yes, met and been bitten by," he chuckles/winces. His poor tail is still bruised.

*Bernard winces sympathetically.*

Sorry about that. There's no stopping her.

*He holds out a hand.*

Bernard Wrangle, Head Barman.

He reaches for the hand, shaking it. "Wolf! Nice to actually meet you; and it's alright. I'm glad she did. My night was the better for meeting her. Sweet little tyke!"

*He grins warmly*

She's a fucking handful, is what she is.

*He doesn't seem to mind.*

He also grins. Apparently he wouldn't mind all that much if his cub turned out like her.

"And how! Although I did want to meet you because of her, I actually have hidden motives. I heard you're the man to talk to about work?"

You don't hear that hopeful glimmer in the word "work." Really, you don't.

*A cocked eyebrow*

I am.

What were you thinking of doing?

A sort of helpless shrug.

"Anything available? I can do just about anything." Now, keep in mind, that this means "anything" from Wolf's world. The Nine Kingdoms. Most likely, technology is going to stump him. "...anything except creating spells. I'm not so good at that."

Yes, he knows he's pretty pathetic.

*Bernard sits back, contemplating.

One might also say that he's trying to take Wolf's measure.*

Fish about, Wolf, fish.

"I can cook fairly well, and..." Construction. They'd said something about construction. "I'm a pretty good carpenter too, if there's anything around needing that."

He slumps, knowing he sounds like the most pathetic job applicant in the world. Let's throw desperate in there as well.

"I learn quickly..."

*Bernard's not a cruel man ~~most nights anyway~~, so he takes pity on Wolf.*

Ever tended bar?

"Yes. I've done that!" Granted, it was the equivalent of a 15th century pub...

He's really not going to rack up the points, here.

Bad time to be bound.

Hmm.

*Bernard sits and thinks again.*

Well, I'll let you know. I may have an opening for you.

How long have you been a patron, Wolf? Can't say I've seen you around all that much.

"A little over a week," he explains, then frowns and wrinkles his nose. "I'm Bound."

..."Do you know how I find out what it is I have to do to be able to leave?"

Well, if anybody would know, the head barman might.

*He sighs*

Not exactly.

I don't have any power over bindings. That's the Landlord's lookout, as far as we can tell, and we don't know who or what he or she is.

What we do know is that sometimes people get unBound when they seem to complete some task or grow in some way. Others are just... Bound. Like Snow.

He frowns. "...Great. ...Is there any way I can find out what said task is, if I need to do one?" Oh yes, ever with the hopeful.

*He winces*

Sorry. Haven't found a way.

It's just a theory, mind you. Some people take a bleaker view.

"Hrm."

No, he doesn't what to know what that view is.

Anyway.

*He smiles*

I met a woman named Virginia today, who mentioned someone called Wolf. I take it that's you?

"YES."

*His eyebrows fly up.*

Well. That was enthusiastic.

Congratulations. She said she's pregnant.

His tail wags.

"Yes."

Somebody needs to come up with a mop and wipe that ~~smirk!~~ smile off of his face.

You'll be glad to hear that we might hire her on as a waitress, for as long as she chooses to work.

He's glad, really, he is.

"Wonderful!"

But he knows she doesn't want to be a waitress. And he promised he'd take care of her. Not bum off of her.

He's gotta find something to do. Maybe in somebody else's world...