"Jesus!" Could be heard, perhaps waking every soul in the half kilometer radius. Abel seemed to have messed up his landing and hurt his leg. Wasn't too serious, though. Would be gone in a few seconds. The young bounty hunter had been hiding in the farmer's goods since Baska just because he wanted to get to Dahlia, a place in which he heard was in need of a man of his profession. Was a rather long trip though, admittedly. Abel brushed off the pieces of fruit that had gone along with him when he jumped out of the carriage, now standing in front of a creepy looking inn. Yeesh, can't cost that much to get a new paint job, can it?"
Walking into the inn, Abel saw a small board of bounties. Perfecto. But for now, he was tired and hungry, and he needed to at least satisfy one of those. To the counter!
Hopping on over into one of the barstools, Abel made EXTRA sure to spin around in it, all the way to a full 360 degrees. Wasn't as easy as it sounded. Once Abel was done with that, he knocked on the counter two times to the old man at the counter. Gramps, you mind getting me a drink and some protein? Thanks!" he said, as the employee simply rolled his eyes, moving back to a very rusty and perhaps suspicious looking tap. Obviously the health inspector didn't happen to stop by often.
It tasted good though, and wasn't too expensive or anything. Abel's eyes attentively scanned the rest of the bar to see if there was anyone else here. He'd perhaps make some adoring fans in Dahlia, then move on to the bounty board, the main reason he came to this old creepy town in the first place.