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Eliazer could understand that all too well. Even in his classes sometimes the press of bodies became too much for him which is one of the reasons he'd chosen this line of work. His difficulties with speech made it hard enough to communicate, but trying to have his 'voice' heard above others was worse. He was thankful for the friends he did have growing up, though, and at least there was a fair amount of people willing to step away for the limelight for him.

"Get whatever you want; I'll pay. Would you mind ordering for us, though?"

Most of the time staff members didn't have an issue with him, but every once in a while he'd get some glib loser. It was mostly because he was foreign, but still...

Once he'd figured out what he wanted Eliazer wrote it out, then added, "And some ale."

As much as Eliazer truly hated alcohol, he found it somewhat necessary when his nerves got the better of him. A little to calm him went a long way and so long as he stopped there he was happy with it. When she commented on it he nodded, surprised by the lightness of it compared to the more stern ales he'd grown used to in Belrea.

Ah and this was...Hrm.

Lifting his notebook once more, Eliazer wrote out;

"I'm a bounty hunter for the Sector of Security in Valmon. Not many want to travel this far to chase a mark, but gold is better if you do. Can't turn down coin." Once he'd written it out he motioned to his blunderbuss that was propped at his side at the booth. He'd made enough adjustments to it so he could fire from longer distances, but it was still a crude weapon at the end of the day.

"My job is to find people who escape the law and bring them in." One way or the other.