"By The Ways of the Earth, I'm starved," he replied. "Aye drunkard, show me the wonders of this town's kitchen." He paused as another idea reached his head. "Ye know where I can find the sheriff of this place. Need to find someplace to stay, and a job that suits me... Skills." Gareth smiled slightly as he studied the newcomer. "Wonders? I don't know about any of those, but there ought to be something I can rustle up." He sipped at his snifter, a delicate motion that belied his claims of being a drunkard. "As far as places to stay go, Samuel has rooms available. Hells, I've been shacking up here for months. He'll put you up. Worse comes to it, he can always turn me out and let you take my room." He chuckled dryly. "As for jobs that might suit your skills... well, Samuel said that the Sheriff was here earlier, so I reckon we won't be seeing him for a few hours. Not unless the locals get a little restless. But I'd bet that he'll have something for you. Crossroads... The Crossroads, that is, it's a small town, but people here can get a bit ornery at times. Ryan has himself an adorable little deputy, but Cass ends up in as much trouble as she puts a stop to, if you catch my meaning." The faint scent of burning pine began to trickle into the bar. Gareth frowned. "You smell that?" he asked, his finger nervously drumming against his hip. "Smells like something is burning. That food may have to wait a bit." Gareth set his drink down on the bar and strode to the tavern door, concern worrying at his features like a dog's bone. "Smoke coming from the Sheriff's place. Looks like you might get that job sooner, rather than later." Gareth turned back to face Jessie, a grin plastered across his face. "Sure explains why Bernard isn't in here. Looks like he's in the lockup again. And unless I miss my guess, he's gone and set fire to the jail again. Relax," he said, holding out a placating hand. "I'm sure that Cassie has everything under control." He stood at the door for a long moment, studying the jail down the way. There was a faint haze of smoke, but not enough to worry any of the townsfolk. Most everyone was familiar with Bernard's fits, and if he had a bad one, the whole town would know. Eventually, Cassie strolled out of the jail, talking over her shoulder as she crossed the street. Gareth caught her eye as she walked up The Crossroads's main street. He cocked a questioning eyebrow, and she gave a sheepish shrug as she glanced back at the jail. "Good morning, Deputy," he called as she approached. "Afternoon." "Is it already?" "Gareth, m'dear, you know as well as--" "Beauty sleep--" "Is important," Cassie finished the sentence as she had so many times before. "Fair enough." "I know I am." "Not today, Gareth. Please." Gareth winced. "Bernard misbehaving again?" "It isn't just Bernard. Ryan had to head out to Torro's place, and while he was out Leena came by. She's all up in arms about some kind of storm coming." The deputy pointed up at the strip of blue sky that hung above the canyon. "Not sure what she was on about, but she seemed about convinced that we were about to have one mother of a blow come down on us. So I'm stuck with dealing with all of Ryan's work, and also with this storm that isn't coming." Gareth held the door for the deputy as she strode into the Waystation. "I dunno, Cass. There was that weird blow earlier." "There was?" "You were asleep," Gareth said flatly. He glanced back over at the jail to see Leena making her way out onto the street. Cassie tossed Gareth a fleeting smile. "You're extraordinarily lucky that The Crossroads is such a small town. Can't think of another place a deputy can get so much in the way of sleep." Gareth tossed a wave over his shoulder to Leena as he followed Cassie back into the bar. "Who is that?" she asked, staring pointedly at Jessie.