Lenwood was done in distributing the flyers. It seemed everyone in the bar received it but there were some leftovers on the hand of Lenwood. Thinking that anyone could easily concluded that Lenwood was the distributor since he had a lot of flyers in his hand, he immediately tucked it into his shirt and hid it under it. He tried to sit comfortable while the flyers tickle him a bit by its sharp edges. In just few minutes, a man with brown hair approached Len's table. Len stared at him and was dumbfounded by that man's action, [color=fff79a]"So you need a navigator on that crew of yours?"[/color]. The man asked. Lenwood wore a confused face and he replied, [color=6ecff6]"What are you talking about?"[/color] He raised his shoulder, signalling that he didn't know anything while he tried his best to hide his true intention. He was a bit nervous and thought to himself how the man knew that he was the one who sent out flyers, was it a coincidental guess or he knew it exactly? But, how? He believed that the man was skilled enough as he could guess it correctly but Len tried his best to negate everything.

On the other side, he had a chance to shift his attention. He heard some rowdy noises from the other side, it seemed a trouble in gambling game. Lenwood would like to watch how the game progress but it wasn't the right time. Just after he tried to avoid a danger, another trouble came. This time, it was a random redhead, [color=fff79a]"Mind if I sit here?"[/color], she asked. Lenwood became more nervous after the appearance of random strangers, but he casually stated with a smile, [color=6ecff6]"Sure, this is everyone's bar anyway."[/color]. Lenwood asked, [color=6ecff6]"May I help you, miss?"[/color]