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milo smiled "i'm milo and my chrming friend is sara nice to meet you."

handing sara his melter so she would duble weald like she alwase liked to he pulled out the hammer looking into the smoke. hopeing to god she didn't stabe him in the leg his back was covered in a deacently armoured shirt.

There was little left of the forest where the bandits had fled into. Which even extinguished Roland's hope of retrieving any arrows. He was trembling in rage. The cowards! his mind screamed, those dirty bastards killed Rusher! Roland peeked around the corpse of his dead horse and found what he needed. A bindle that had been miraculously undamaged during the scuffle. Alain and Cuthbert had joined each other on the side of the road, watching their friend unroll the makeshift blanket.
"Roland. You do not plan on doing anything..." Cuthbert tried, but felt at a loss for words.
"You don't plan on doing something foolish, do ye?" Alain filled in, staring off in the distance at the two remaining horses. Cuthbert's lay in the grass, letting the wound up in the air. It was panting heavily. Probably won't last much longer. Alain thought with a certain sadness.
Roland turned toward his ka-tet, staring at them with his icy bombadier's eyes. It made Cuthbert pale two shades, sending the hand of death tracing up his spine. Roland now had what was concealed in the bindle. Two six-shooters that were almost twice the normal size. The revolvers were set within two makeshift holsters. Roland's finger's danced along the sandalwood grips. He knew he would have to put them away when he found this person named Xerxes, but for now, he was the gunslinger his birthright claimed him to be. Alain turned his head from the horses and paled almost as white as Cuthbert had, yet somehow, he was not surprised in the least.
"Thy father's big irons?" Alain asked, keeping as much uneasiness out of his voice as possible.
Roland gave a solemn nod. Still maintaining his silence, he began to walk the dirt road once more, the pearl butts of the guns gleaming in the noon sunlight. Alain and Cuthbert had guns as well, and none to scoff at, for that matter. Yet they were by no means in league with Stephen Deschain's big irons. Roland should have felt honored to wear them.
Instead he felt a festering hate boiling deep within him. He kept a placid face all the while, yet deep within him, he wished to re-meet the two in the gray suits. And pay them back ten-fold for what they did to Rusher. Still looking as if they had seen the ghost of King Arthur Eld, they began to follow their leader.

As he hobbled around in the darkness, painfullly stubbing his toe on a rock, he found the floor became wet, and muddy. He could hardly breath, The tunnel becoming humid, and hot. He could feel what he thought as misquitoesbuzzing around him. The mud baecame water, his legs sinking knee-deep into it. sll of a sudden, it felt very open, unable to feel the walls around him any more, his foot falling into a pothole, knoking him over into the water. "Dammit all!" he said, getting out, mud clinging to his clothes. the water, after an hour of walking, was lowering, getting back to solid ground. All of a sudden, he ran into a wall. ...No, not a wall... he thought to himself. ...A door? feeling around, he did find a knob. Turning it, it opened up to... another tunel. Ryuu sighed, and comtinued hobbling through the blind tunnel.

"Fine fine, not like I'm suppose to be anywhere." He said with a shrug and followed after the woman.

They walked into the coffee-shop and he caught the eye of the man behind the counter. The older man ducked down alittle in fear when he saw the newcomer and acompanied by a regular with blood soaking into the back of her clothes. Seeing this Dominic patted the air to calm the middle-aged man, guessing that this had been the man who had the guns pointed at him.

"I'm assuming the bag of money the young lady carries belongs to you." Dominic commented taking a seat on a stool on the edge of the bar.

milo smiled setting yet another trap farther up the road most where makeshift but he had used some spar ammo to make some verry fun ones he looked at naara "i heared you mumbleing about something mind to explain we" looks at sara who didn't sacrifice any of her ammo "aren't here by choce but well we are bored and sara would like to burn something." and the words of sara would like to burn something she looked up fire in her eyes and smiled "we would love to help a fellow member of the burner brothers no matter the way we became brothers or as i should say in the company i'm in kindred or something like that."

((oh I'm going to be gone for 9 days... but I'll' try to post if I can))