"I can't wait to see and try out this drink." She scooted closer to the counter and leaned in towards the fallen angel. She wanted to make sure no one heard her. "As a bar tender, I'm sure you'll hear and see a lot of things. If you happen to see or hear of a slave that needs help or needs somewhere to go, direct them towards the old Johnson plantation. You could call it a Sanctuary."
Natasha gave him a charming smirk. "I know not many people would approve of such a place, but I'm hoping my brother could keep it a secret and send anyone in need my way, just like I'd help him."