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Dr. Cigs smiled as Buck left, he wasn't much for a bar fight or any type of fight really. He honestly doubted there would ever come a time when he would stab someone with his sword, or fire the gun he kept hidden under his coat. Finished with his meal the good doctor exhaled and returned the pipe to his mouth, a action he felt himself wanting to do ever since he started eating. Now contemptly smoking away he got up, collected himself, formally said goodbye to the other patrons, and got three feet outside the Catus.
Dr. Cigs had just made it onto the road when a wagon pulled by a big, angry black bull came careening by, missing him by mere inches. His heart stopped and the man had to support himself with his cane to keep him from falling into a faint. After the sudden moment of terror had passed the doctor began shouting very gentlemanly things at the wagon, shaking his cane in fury. Or at least he would have if he didn't fall down as soon as he rose his cane. His foot was broken, and Cigs putting weight on it had sent a burning pain up his leg. He moned in pain, clutching his leg on the dusty road. "Some help would be greatly appreciated!" He yelled into the tavern.
The wagon came to a stop in front of the Royal Flush tavern. The extremely muscular black bull's bloodshot eyes darted around wildly as out of the folds of the wagon came a man. The wore tattered clothes and a black hat that shaded the upper part of his face. Only his burned skin and broken smile could be seen as he approached the teenagers and the men accompanying them. "Morning children. Here to talk business yes?" The man said in a raspy voice. "Y-yeh..." The lead teenager nervously muttered, looking up at the towering man. "Good answer. I'm certain we can come to a solid agreement, of course we should wait until we're inside. Some unfortunate soul might think differently." With that the man turned back to the wagon. "Get going you lot, this won't take long so don't go too far." The wagon immediately turned and swiftly arrived at the Howling Jackal.
Dr. Cigs had just made it onto the road when a wagon pulled by a big, angry black bull came careening by, missing him by mere inches. His heart stopped and the man had to support himself with his cane to keep him from falling into a faint. After the sudden moment of terror had passed the doctor began shouting very gentlemanly things at the wagon, shaking his cane in fury. Or at least he would have if he didn't fall down as soon as he rose his cane. His foot was broken, and Cigs putting weight on it had sent a burning pain up his leg. He moned in pain, clutching his leg on the dusty road. "Some help would be greatly appreciated!" He yelled into the tavern.
The wagon came to a stop in front of the Royal Flush tavern. The extremely muscular black bull's bloodshot eyes darted around wildly as out of the folds of the wagon came a man. The wore tattered clothes and a black hat that shaded the upper part of his face. Only his burned skin and broken smile could be seen as he approached the teenagers and the men accompanying them. "Morning children. Here to talk business yes?" The man said in a raspy voice. "Y-yeh..." The lead teenager nervously muttered, looking up at the towering man. "Good answer. I'm certain we can come to a solid agreement, of course we should wait until we're inside. Some unfortunate soul might think differently." With that the man turned back to the wagon. "Get going you lot, this won't take long so don't go too far." The wagon immediately turned and swiftly arrived at the Howling Jackal.