It was easier than Jo thought to try to find out, on her own, who exactly was Leonard Pyrrhus.
Oddly enough, yes, she knew his first name by now because of the town of Bethlehem and its not-so-little supply of shops filled with similarly intricate metal work her charm had. It was purely by chance that a window display had drawn her in on her way out of town, which then led her to clue number two, three blocks down south. Curiosity may have been replaced by subtle amusement when it led her to another store, making things seem like a scavenger hunt.
Talking to the owners, Leonard Pyrrhus apparently lived around here. Finally one of them pointed south, but Jo learned her lesson and asked for an address.
No bus, no cars - just an hour's walk and she came upon a rather isolated residence beyond a tree grove, now filled with naked branches and residue of the recent snowstorm. She squinted at the front door, then the windows, trying to make out if someone was home or not, or if she had gotten the wrong residence.
The air smelled different than that of the road coming in, making Jo pause before her boots climbed the wooden steps towards the door.
"'llo, pizza delivery!" she called out as she leaned sideways to take a glimpse through the front windows. Her voice seemed to echo throughout the place, breaking the silence momentarily before she rapped on the door.