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located in Wifield, a part of The Gentlemen Robbers, one of the many universes on RPG.

Wifield

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Character Portrait: Brennan of the Grange/Elsbeth Waterton Character Portrait: Braith Alwyn Character Portrait: L. Tresch Character Portrait: Jules Lockwood Character Portrait: Markus O'Cyrus
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Crooked Bow Inn and Tavern-Kethington. Wifield-Dusk

Brennan tried to calm down. ā€Refocus? I have others counting on me!ā€ Blue eyes stared back at Braith.

ā€It would be best if you were a little less angry and more willing to listen when the rest arrive though. I will need someone of your reputation to be able to see the logic in my plan and assist me in convincing others.ā€

An eyebrow raised at the statement. Braith was right, Brennan needed to calm down. More willing to listen...that was debatable.

Under the scarf Elsbethā€™s mouth formed a tight line. She was used to doing things her way. However this wasnā€™t some hack off the street trying put together a half cocked scheme. Braith was smart, observant and had ideas that might prove better than her angry call for blood.

Brennanā€™s back was straight, posture rigid still though Braithā€™s friendly smile made Elsbeth sigh. There was truly no might about it. Braith was right. Thankfully, given Brennanā€™s tendency not to speak, Elsbeth didnā€™t have to tell him so.

Brennan was no common bandit, Elsbeth had worked hard to keep the reputation as it was when her father rode. She wouldnā€™t let her temper sour that now.

Brennan nodded, acknowledging that he would in fact be calmer. The nod stopped midway as cold blue eyes took in a sight that made Elsbethā€™s blood boil. The tall, dark skinned man entered and took a seat nearby.

A dark skinned man had been with the group that had killed the Lord and his family. There were not many in Wifield, transplants from colonies and far off lands. This man fit the description of the bandit to the letter. Eyes followed him even as a hand moved towards the inside of the long coat.

A hand rested on hers and Elsbeth glared at Braith. ā€Not the man? How could he think that?ā€ It took a moment for her eyes to catch it, the way Braith was inspecting the man. He read people and glimpsed things about them that she couldnā€™t even begin to see or understand. The gloved hand rested on the table with its twin.

Braith received a small nod in response but Brennanā€™s eyes were still on the dark man.

ā€œThe bounty hunters are on the prowl.ā€

Elsbeth let out a low growl under the scarf and turned her eyes to the figure Braith was now watching. She didnā€™t like it. Bounty hunter either out for the murderer or for Brennan. Did not bode well for anyone no matter who he was after.

Another figure appeared, this one sitting down at the table with them. Brennan looked out from under the brim of his hat at the lady. She was dressed well enough, odd company for the likes of them but if she could shoot, ride or at least wield a knife than Brennan didnā€™t care if she was the Queen herself.

He was straight in his chair, letting Braith talk and figure out the odd collection that had appeared. Eyes moved from the woman, to the bounty hunter and then fell back on the man he was convinced had to do with the Lordā€™s murder. He was staring holes into the manā€™s back, jaw clenched under the scarf.

Braithā€™s words hit her ears but Brennan made no move to add to it. Hands were steady on the table just waiting to see how things played out.

A hand clenched as the dark skinned man spoke. The deep voice was odd sounding to her ears and Elsbeth frowned a little. It was taking a great deal of control not to call the man out. She was glad that control was something she prided herself on.

Instead of saying or doing anything, Brennan sat straight backed in the chair and looked on at the rest of the group. The woman seemed calm and interested from the moment she sat. Eyes flickered to the bounty hunter wondering what the man would do now that Braith had mentioned him.