How Robin managed to figure out which location belonged to Ryan and her father despite never actually being told that information is a fun, rollicking tale, full of excitement and adventure, and shall be fully related at a different date and time.
Maybe it was the smell of cippolini.
One way or another, Robin found the bar, located right on the wharf -- down to actually having a jetty with an old motorboat docked outside, in front of a
not-at-all-shabby view of the city proper..
The insides were more...modest, to say the least, though well-stocked. This wasn't a tourist bar, despite it's location -- it could better be described as ramshackle, brown and gritty; an old pool table in one corner; a TV with some football on to one side. And, at the moment, empty, other than Ryan leaning up against the barback itself.
"Yo, hero."