Jun rubbed at his forehead, sauntering into the tavern which was thankfully low-lit so they couldn't see his distinctive amber eyes -- Fire Nation eyes. Stopping at the foot of the bar downstairs, his fingers itching for some liquor, he stopped and leaned over to the bartender-slash-owner of the establishment. "So, I hear there's work around here," the swordsman said casually, sliding into a seat. "I came a [i]long way[/i] to see if it was true."

The bartender snorted as he poured out a dull liquid into a glass and passed it over. "Only work here's on the farms, friend."

"No, it isn't," Jun replied quickly, bravery swirling in the pit of his stomach. "You've got the only earthbender in the province, and if that ain't something to protect, I don't know what is."

The man's eyes widened in surprise, "Earthbender? Who--?" Oops. It appeared the kid was more subtle than Jun first thought. "Listen, I don't wanna know. If you want that sorta business, you talk to the folks over the other end of the room. Round table," he mumbled quietly before raising his voice to say: "That'll be on the house, friend."

With that, the swordsman twirled around 180 degrees and swaggered over to the table in the corner where four burly, rough men glared up at his approach. This was going to be a long night.