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GM: You see the wagon 1/4th of a mile north of you, and a large bonfire starting up. The fire in the city finally starts to calm down, leaving a torched husk. GM: You hear animals in the distance, and Joan's nude body is asleep next to you. Yes, you banged her again. GM: Its about 1:30 AM. GM: She squirms, and turns her head to look back at you. Preacher: "It's 1:30, I'm going to go back into town, the fire's died down enough." GM: "No, wait till morning..." Preacher: "It's something I have to do." GM: "I want to come with you..." Preacher: "If I go now we can leave first thing in the morning." GM: "I want to go with you then." Preacher: "You should stay here and guard the camp." GM: She reaches for her clothes. Preacher: "The fire has to keep going to scare off critters." Preacher: "I can't build another fire in the dark." GM: "I dont want to be here alone..." GM: She gets dressed, just as you hear someone approaching. GM: It's the indian you saw earlier. Preacher: ((The one from the wagon? Or Leaping Wolf?)) GM: ((The wagon)) Preacher: "That's a good way to get yourself drilled, mister." EvanSB: "Just checking to see if you were alright." Preacher: "We're just fine." Preacher: "Have some unfinished business to take care of in town is all." GM: ((Ok, doing perception rolls, for both of you.)) EvanSB: "Need any help?"
 * Preacher checks his watch in the dim light of the campfire.
 * Preacher considers taking care of Barney now.
 * Preacher looks at Joan's nude form beside him for a few moments before shaking her gently awake.
 * Preacher regards her for a few moments.
 * Preacher nods slowly, "Alright."
 * Preacher spins to look in the direction of the sound, hand going to his pistol.
 * Preacher's palm lightly carresses the butt of his Peacemaker.

Preacher rolled -+ 5 7 +- Result -> 9 Evan rolled -+ 10 1 11 10 +- Result -> 11

GM: You both here someone a bit off say, "There's that cheatin' injun!" GM: You all look back towards the town, fire now going out. You see two people on horses approaching rapidly. One is holding a shotgun, the other a pistol. Preacher: "Joan...When you hear a funny sound, get down." GM: Joan nods and gets down. GM: She lies on the blankets, covering her ears. Preacher: ((How far away are they?)) GM: 100 yards or so. You can see them in contrast with the sky. EvanSB: ((100 yards too far too shoot with a pistol?)) Preacher: ((Definately.)) EvanSB: "DROP YOUR GUNS!" GM: Alright, Initiative time.
 * Preacher motions to the girl with his head, "I'm already one over my usual limit."
 * EvanSB looks toward the sound, his left hand going to his gun.
 * Preacher looks toward that sound as well, his left hand going to his other pistol.
 * EvanSB pulls his rifle out of its scabbard and aims it at the guy with the shotgun.

Preacher rolled -+ 12 1 5 7 +- Result -> 12 Preacher rolled -+ 8 +- Final Result -> 20 Evan rolled -+ 4 4 2 6 +- Result -> 6 Guy1 rolled -+ 5 6 2 +- Result -> 6 Guy2 rolled -+ 1 3 3 +- Result -> 3

Preacher: ((How close are they?)) GM: Now they're about 50 yards, one is shooting his shotgun in the air screaming like a banshee. GM: Right, Preacher go first. GM: Ok, Evan go.
 * Preacher draws both pistols and takes aim for two actions...
 * EvanSB aims his rifle at the one with a shotgun and shoots him.

Evan rolled -+ 3 6 9 6 +- Result -> 9 Guy1 rolled -+ 2 5 4 2 +- Result -> 5

GM: You shoot at the guy, aren't sure if you hit, but think so, because he quite obviously flew back off his horse, and his horse kept going. It bucks up and down and runs off.

Hit rolled -+ 14 +- Result -> 14

GM: The other one stops riding and turns around, then back towards you. GM: He starts riding again, Preacher, go. GM: He's in range, about 30-40 yards away.
 * Preacher opens fire with four rounds from his Peacemakers, making the first shot for the man's skull.

Preacher rolled -+ 5 3 6 7 1 +- Result -> 7 Preacher rolled -+ 11 5 6 11 11 +- Result -> 11 Preacher rolled -+ 11 11 12 2 10 +- Result -> 12 Preacher rolled -+ 11 +- Final Result -> 23 Preacher rolled -+ 12 5 9 7 9 +- Result -> 12 Preacher rolled -+ 9 +- Final Result -> 21 Hit rolled -+ 8 20 +- Result -> 8 & 20

GM: He falls off his horse and no scream can be heard. His horse keeps running toward the camp. GM: You go over to Joan, she looks up at you and your smoking guns. Preacher: "It's over." GM: "Thank heavens." EvanSB: "Sorry, I didn't know they would come after me." GM: Your horse just woke up, and is looking at you wearily, wondering whats going on. Preacher: "Are you sure you don't want to stay here?" GM: "With people like that around?!" GM: She stands up. GM: "There's no way I'm staying here alone." EvanSB: "They wasted my time by trying to cheat me at a game of cards." EvanSB: "I shot one of their friends and took the money on the table." Preacher: "Gambling's a nasty habit." EvanSB: "Passes time well." Preacher: "Redman and I have to go and check on those two." GM: She nods and clumsily holds it. GM: "Uhm..." Preacher: "Just incase." GM: "Yes." EvanSB: "My name is Evan Smoking Barrel." Preacher: "Don't go shooting either of us now. When we get back we'll head into town." GM: "Alright." GM: Joan sits down, holding the revolver. GM: Evan, you trot silently over the desert, you pass by the wild horse and see a man with an imploded chest and an imploded face being dragged along the ground by the reigns, quite obviously dead. You also find a large amount of blood at the 50 yard mark where you should have hit that one guy. There is no corpse. EvanSB: "Looks like the one I shot must still be alive." GM: There is no trail but a few droplets. GM: Preacher: you pass by the wild horse and see a man with an imploded chest and an imploded face being dragged along the ground by the reigns, quite obviously dead. GM: Preacher, Evan is looking around for something. GM: You hear some coughing a ways off. GM: You see Joan sitting there, watching your lights. GM: Evan shoots something, you see the corpse of a man with no head fall into your light. Preacher: "Not too bad." Preacher: "He still have his shotgun?" EvanSB: "Yeah" EvanSB: "He went for it, had to stop him." Preacher: ((Does it have a pistol as well?)) GM: No, the other corpse did... GM: ...and that one's heading north at a rapid pace. EvanSB: "Where did you learn to shoot?" GM: Yeah, it's not damaged. GM: You take the sawed-off double barrel, and a half of a box of shells. GM: Joan comes riding up behind you on her horse and looks at the headless corpse. GM: "I need those clothes...they probably won't be my size though..." GM: One of the shells is in there. the other isn't. Preacher: "Joan, do you know how to shoot one of these?" GM: "A little..." GM: Joan hands you the pistol. GM: "When I worked as the 'entertainment' before the great fire, I used to get rid of trouble makers at the bar..." GM: "The first great fire that is...this is just another page of the rough history of Burmington." Preacher: "Then it's yours." GM: She looks at Evan for affirmation. Preacher: ((Oops, forgot my killin' manners.)) EvanSB: "Of course she can." EvanSB: "First great fire?" GM: "Few years back another fire much like this one." EvanSB: "Did they figure out what started it?" GM: "Yes, some stranger rode into town, and burned the place down, still don't know why, though." GM: "I suggest you go collect your stuff, while I get dressed." Then she looks at Evan, "Mind going with him?" She blushes. GM: She looks at Evan a moment longer. GM: She dismounts her horse, and drags the corpse further into the darkness. Preacher: "Come on, Evan." EvanSB: "Did you catch that fat slob going through your stuff back in town?" Preacher: "He died too." EvanSB: "Oh." Preacher: "About your offer, if you're not charging I reckon I could use a tracker." Preacher: "Although I got no particular destination." GM: Joan comes back to you, wearing a pair of baggy jeans, held on by a really tight belt. A bloodstained shirt with a leather vest, cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat. Preacher: "Do you have my pants and your nightgown?" GM: She pulls them out of a pouch on the side of her saddle, "Yes." She hands them to you. Preacher: ((How does it look?)) GM: It's got hardened crusty blood around it, the bullet can be seen in the hole, and there are powderburns all around the outside. the skin is a dark pink around the wound. GM: "That doesn't look too good..." Preacher: "I know, give me the canteen." GM: She hands you a canteen. Preacher: "I need the lantern..." GM: She holds the lantern in your direction. Preacher: ((How deep in is it?)) GM: About 3/4ths of an inch. GM: The wound hurts like hell, you feel the heat tingling all the way up your leg. GM: "I think you should sterilize the knife..." Preacher: "I am." GM: She nods Preacher: "Anyone have some alchohol?" GM: "Just heat the knife with the flame..." EvanSB: "When were you shot?" GM: She shrugs. GM: "I dont know..." GM: "Flame sterilizes things too..." Preacher: "I know." GM: Joan cringes. Preacher: ((Flame'll sterilize the knife, but it won't help the pain!)) GM: Preacher, you try and the bullet seems to spin around in your leg, after a good 5 minutes of doing so, the bullet finally comes out, your leg starts gushing blood. Preacher: "Heat...the knife..." GM: Joan looks at you. GM: "Are you okay?" GM: It starts to burn shut. She cringes again. GM: "I say we go before dawn. All the treasure hunters, thieves, and creepy crawly things will be there by then..." Preacher: "Yeah..before dawn." GM: You now have a bloody scar on your leg. It looks really ugly, but will soon be just a reminder of the past. GM: Preacher did a good job of waisting 1/3rd of your tequila, Evan. Preacher: "Thank you...Evan." EvanSB: "It's not problem." Preacher: "Well...let's ride." GM: Joan spurs up on her horse and starts off, getting a good head start. Preacher: "..." GM: Ok, eventually you get there, the buildings are in shambles, there is only one building left standing. The church. Preacher: "Doesn't look like there's enough of Burmington left to start again." GM: Preacher, the roof has collapsed, and the walls are about 3-4 feet off the ground at the most. You can see remains of charred furniture within, the bed is still there though... ;) Preacher: ((lol, praise be!)) GM: Barney's corpse is no longer there. GM: Neither was Barney's friend's corpse outside. GM: In fact, you haven't seen any corpses...you hope everyone escaped. GM: Joan starts looking around. Preacher: "Evan, you're a tracker." GM: Joan stays in her house, a tear rolling down her face. Preacher: "Find that fat man's body." Preacher: "Barney." Preacher: "It should be in the house..." GM: The pump still works. Preacher: "Are there any tracks?" Preacher: "He should be right there in the bedroom." GM: Evan, you find some dragging tracks, and 2 different sets of footprints leading in the direction of the church. GM: Preacher, Joan's in her house, you find her wearing a different pair of tight jeans, and a non-bloody shirt. GM: "These were still in-tact in the bottom drawer..." GM: "Yes..." Preacher: "The church?" EvanSB: "Looks like they lead to the church." GM: "Have you taken care of what you need to? I want to get out of here..." GM: She frowns, and gets back on her horse. GM: "There's a town about a days and a half ride north of here. Brimstone...I think we should go there..." GM: You go to the church. GM: You find the two priests in the graveyard. GM:> Preacher, you go up to the two priests. "I thought everyone left..." Preacher: "Not yet." Preacher: "Who are those graves for?" GM: Priest 1: "Some of the people who died in the fire." GM: Priest 2: "Yes...poor souls..." GM: Priest 1: "We found 7 corpses all together...only 1 was recognizable..." Preacher: "Mighty handy of you both, making such quick work and all." Preacher: "Where's the fat man, Barney?" GM: "Yes. The Lord helped us by keeping the church around. And we started digging the graves while the fire was getting to the other buildings, then collected bodies as soon as we could go into town." GM: Priest 1: "Im not sure. Did poor Barney die? If so, he's among the unrecognizable." Preacher: "Which are?" GM: Priest 2: "Yes, the only one we could recognize was a poor boy," he shakes his head. "Wasn't fast enough I suppose." GM: Priest 1: "Exume the bodies?" GM: Priest 2: "I dont think that would be right..." GM: Priest 1: "Just why do you want us to?!" EvanSB: "Why do you need them exumed?" Preacher: "I have my reasons, and they're important ones." GM: They look at each other, then back at you. GM: "I dont think the Lord would like that..." GM: "They're his children now..." EvanSB: "I don't mind." GM: Joan looks at you, "..." Preacher: "It's important." GM: "....If you tell me why...why is it so important?" Preacher: "If I'm right I won't need to tell you anything. If I'm wrong, I'll tell you then." Preacher: "Trust me." GM: "Alright..." GM: Father 1: "Everyone is welcome in the house of God." GM: Father 2: "Our church is open to all who behave themselves." EvanSB: "Thank you." Preacher: ((Anywhere to tether the horses?)) GM: You could tie them to one of the leafless trees outside. EvanSB: "Why is that?" Preacher: "Because we've got a long ride ahead." GM: Joan ties her horse to one of the trees, and goes inside. Preacher: "Would you mind staying tomorrow night as well, possibly?" EvanSB: "What needs to be done?" Preacher: "Burying the dead." EvanSB: "They are already buried" Preacher: "Hopefully." Preacher: "Have a good night." GM: On the first day, a few of the townspeople came by, treasurehunting, and looking for survivors. GM: For the next two days Preacher sits outside, watching the graves like a hawk. The only two disturbances he gets is Joan pestering him the next day asking if you could leave. And the priests come out to 'pray with him' because he was so sorrowful over the dead. Preacher: "Thank you, fathers. You both hold my gratitude." GM: Joan looks at you, "Get a good 4 hours of sleep or so, then we can go. I dont want to travel like this." Preacher: ((What time IS it?)) GM: Its about 6AM by this time. Preacher: "I can sleep tonight." GM: She rubs your eyes, "Are you sure?" GM: "Well, yes, but..." EvanSB: "I could have watched for you" EvanSB: "There are many signs to watch for, and you could have told me more" Preacher: "On the trail." Preacher: "Are you both ready?" EvanSB: "Everything happens for a reason...." GM: Joan nods, the priests bid you farewell, and you're off. EvanSB: "Spirits letting us know things... maybe they started the fire." Preacher: "Barney started this fire." EvanSB: "But why did he start it?" GM: Over your day and a half travel, Preacher is so fucking tired he nods off a few times on the first day. In the morning of the half day of travel, you catch up to the wagon and travel the rest of the way with them. EvanSB: "Sleep on the wagon, I will guide your horse." GM: You soon find yourself approaching Brimstone. A large city with a population well over 1000 people, and well over 500 buildings. The streets are bustling and the night is young, 5:34 PM your watch says. GM: You soon find yourself deposited there. Charlie the bartender says "I sent a messanger here a couple days ago, he should have asked the Sherrif to make arrangements for us at the inn. Room accomidating about 30 people." GM: Joan says "I need a drink..." EvanSB: "Yeah, me too." Preacher: "This is a big place." GM: "I agree...I think this is where those shipments were headed..." GM: Joan approaches a person walking around and inquires where the inn is. She gets the info and heads that direction, then ties her horse outside. Preacher: "I have to find a doctor." GM: She nods, "Of course." GM: Preacher, this is such a large city, you can't find a docter just by looking around. Preacher: ((Still good to get a feel of the area.)) GM: Someone points you to a doctor. You go in, have your leg examined and fit with a big band-aid. Preacher: ((How much for the doc?)) GM: 3 dollars. GM: You also find the location of the inn, a few gunsmiths, and a few clothing shops. GM: You enter. You see a young man with a bird at a table with a large pile of pokerchips in front of him. GM: The other 4 men at the table look perturbed. GM: There are lots of people here. GM: Joan is at the bar ordering a drink, she gives you your bedroll as you come in, Preacher. GM: They all look like they just came in from battle. All of them are carrying weapons, and the priest's pants are stained with blood on one leg. GM: The saloon is filled with cigarette smoke, and piping loud music played on a gritty out of tune piano. A saloon girl is on a stage, dancing to it. Zargon: "KAW!" GM: Lila: The woman who ordered a drink gives you a dirty look. GM: "We should. Charlie said he sent a messanger..." GM: You go outside, the wagonfull of people are unloading, most are grabbing crates and helping wounded. GM: They are all parading into the inn, which happens to lie across the street. It's a large inn, a four story building. GM: You go inside. this place is crowded too, the innkeeper runs about showing everyone to thier rooms. GM: After about 2 minutes, one of the people there shows you to a room, it has a large bed. ;) Preacher: ((lol, praise BE!!))
 * Preacher glances at the indian, "It's not nice to bring killers to another man's camp."
 * Preacher backpedals to his bedroll and Joan.
 * Preacher looks at his Horse With No Name.
 * Preacher looks back to Joan, replacing the spent cartirdges in his Peacemakers.
 * Preacher nods and looks over to Evan, "Why were they after you?"
 * Preacher goes to his horse and pulls his lantern off of it.
 * Preacher hands Joan one of his Peacemakers, "Just point it and pull the trigger."
 * Preacher looks back at him and nods, "Name's Preacher."
 * EvanSB raises an eyebrow then turns on his horse towards the men.
 * Preacher mounts his horse, favoring his right leg.
 * Preacher pats the horse behind its ear and rears it toward where the men fell.
 * Preacher hands Evan the lantern and motions with his hand, "After you."
 * EvanSB takes the lantern and heads towards where the men were shot down.
 * Preacher stays back a good ways obviously.
 * Preacher watches the indian.
 * EvanSB looks for a trail of blood.
 * Preacher nods to his kill and finds he's crossing himself.
 * Preacher stops.
 * Preacher keeps his eyes peeled, watching the indian and the plains around him
 * Preacher halts his horse and dismounts, keeping hold of the reigns.
 * Preacher scans for a crawling or stumbling target.
 * Preacher looks back toward his camp as well.
 * Preacher waits, a Peacemaker in his right hand.
 * Preacher again mounts his horse, watching the indian.
 * Preacher holsters the Peacemaker.
 * Preacher rides up to the headless corpse and looks it over.
 * Preacher nods to Evan, "Better him dead anyway."
 * Preacher dismounts his horse, "Life."
 * Preacher relieves the corpse of the shotgun and any shells he has.
 * Preacher looks it over in the lantern light, checking to see if it's still in working order.
 * Preacher breaks the shotgun and checks the ammo load.
 * Preacher loads it with a fresh one.
 * Preacher takes it and slides it into his other holster.
 * Preacher hands her the shotgun and the box of shells.
 * Preacher frowns, "She's right, it's your kill. Can she have the gun and the clothes?"
 * EvanSB looks back.
 * Preacher pulls off the man's boots and hands them to Joan.
 * Preacher pats his bedroll, "It's all here...but we'll go and take care of the fire."
 * Preacher mounts his horse and turns it around.
 * Preacher waits for Evan.
 * EvanSB follows Preacher.
 * Preacher nods.
 * Preacher dismounts his horse and kicks dirt over the fire to snuff it.
 * Preacher folds his pants and stashes them back in his bedroll.
 * Preacher takes the nightgown and tears a long strip from it.
 * Preacher sits down and rolls up his left pant leg, revealing a gunwound.
 * Preacher pulls his knife from his boot.
 * Preacher tears another strip from the nightgown.
 * Preacher takes the glass off of it, allowing the flame to burn in the open.
 * Preacher rubs some water around it, clearing away the excess coagulation and any dirt.
 * EvanSB takes out a bottle of tequila.
 * Preacher looks at Joan, "And close the wound?"
 * Preacher has his pants rolled up and his boot off, a bullet 3/4 of an inch into his left calf.
 * EvanSB hands Preacher the tequila.
 * Preacher takes it and wets a strip of nightgown rubbing the top portion of the blade with it.
 * Preacher takes a heavy swig as well and grits his teeth.
 * Preacher attempts to pry the bullet from his leg.
 * Preacher presses the tequila-soaked portion of nightgown to it.
 * Preacher applies heavy pressure.
 * Preacher waits for someone to HEAT THE BLOODY KNIFE!
 * EvanSB heats the knife.
 * Preacher keeps holding pressure, beginning to rock back and forth.
 * Preacher breathes heavily.
 * EvanSB hands Preacher a heated knife.
 * Preacher takes it and removes the nightgown, pressing the heated metal against the wound opening and groaning in pain.
 * Preacher's face draws into a heavy snarl as he holds a portion of the knife blade there.
 * Preacher shakes slightly, but holds the knife steady.
 * Preacher holds it down until it burns the wound closed.
 * Preacher cleans off the wound when he's done, taking another heavy dose of tequila.
 * Preacher washes it up and burns it closed some more if need be.
 * EvanSB takes the tequila back.
 * Preacher wets the fresh strip in tequila and wraps it around the wound, tying it off.
 * Preacher tests it for walking and such.
 * EvanSB frowns and puts the cork back in.
 * Preacher cleans himself up and remounts his horse, blowing out the lantern.
 * Preacher rides, not pushing his horse very much.
 * EvanSB follows.
 * Preacher rides to where Joan's house once stood.
 * Preacher dismounts and walks into the bedroom of the house, looking for Barney's corpse.
 * Preacher starts.
 * Preacher looks toward the church.
 * Preacher leads his horse to the pump behind the once-was tavern.
 * EvanSB just sits on his horse and watches.
 * Preacher fills his canteens and such at the pump if it still works.
 * Preacher sticks his head under it for a few moments.
 * EvanSB gets off his horse and looks for tracks.
 * Preacher puts his hand on Joan's shoulder.
 * Preacher nods, "Like you said, 'never look back'."
 * EvanSB waits a moment.
 * Preacher looks at Evan.
 * Preacher frowns slightly and nods.
 * Preacher looks at Joan, "Not just yet."
 * Preacher mounts his horse and waits for Evan.
 * EvanSB gets back on his horse and follows the tracks to the church.
 * Preacher begins riding, not looking back at Joan but nodding, "Then I guess that's where we're headed."
 * Preacher rides to the church.
 * Preacher watches Evan follow the tracks.
 * Preacher approaches them.
 * EvanSB stays back, looking around.
 * Preacher frowns, "Can you exume the bodies, please?"
 * EvanSB looks at Preacher.
 * Preacher nods.
 * Preacher watches both the priests.
 * Preacher regards them both, shaking his head slightly.
 * Preacher turns to Evan and Joan, "Would both of you mind if we stayed here?"
 * Preacher nods and looks at Joan.
 * Preacher turns to the priests, "Fathers, would you please give these two shelter for the night? And perhaps the next as well?"
 * Preacher nods, "Thank you."
 * Preacher turns to both Evan and Joan, "I suggest you both get as much sleep as you can."
 * Preacher looks grim and takes his horse, tethering it to a tree.
 * EvanSB tethers his horse.
 * Preacher speaks with Evan
 * Preacher pulls his lantern, a canteen, his mess kit, coffee, and some rations from his horse.
 * Preacher walks into the graveyard and has a seat, standing vigil over the graves.
 * Preacher leaves the graves, looking strung out and very tired.
 * Preacher looks to Evan and nods.
 * Preacher begins repacking his bedroll.
 * Preacher hefts his bedroll, "Besides, you want to get to Brimstone sometime soon, don't you?"
 * Preacher looks at Evan wearily, "Possibly, but what would you have watched for?"
 * Preacher seems too strung out to tell you his reasons for watching the graves, he has a hard enough time staying on his horse.
 * Preacher drinks coffee, lots of it.
 * Preacher thanks Evan and sleeps a few more hours.
 * Preacher appears, looking less ragged.
 * Preacher nods.
 * Preacher tethers his horse at a trough, asking Joan if she'd take his things with her to the Inn and keep an eye on them.
 * Preacher nods and sets out from the inn, walking the streets in search of a sawbones.
 * Preacher begins to ask around after a while.
 * Preacher heads to the tavern.
 * Zach is a young kid standing at about 5'3". From beneath the wide brim of his black hat sparkling aqua eyes glint mischieviously with his smile. He wears a brown duster that seems rather clean for a duster over a nice looking blue and black suit with polished mother of pearl buttons.
 * Zargon's head bobs up and down as he eyes the newcomers.
 * Lila is a twenty year old randy saloon wench, wearing a low cut frilly blouse that nearly exposes voluptous mounds of flesh that seem to heave with each breath. A tan skirt goes to mid-calf, met by black high heeled boots that hug her shapely legs.
 * Lila eyes the newcomers.
 * Preacher is a handsome, 6'1" tall human male with a lean, muscular build of about 175 pounds. He wears a dark brown, rawhide leather duster over long sleeved black clericals complete with white collar. Twin leather gunbelts hang from his hips, criss-crossing above his groin, creaking ever-so-often when he moves. He has hard, chiseled features and dark, piercing eyes. His short, ash brown hair is well groomed and his skin has a healthy olive tan
 * Lila sashays past the handsome man in the duster and flashes him a sensual smile as she makes her way to the bar, sliding her sassy bottom onto a stool.
 * Preacher gives her a nod back, hauling a bedroll full of equipment.
 * Lila reaches for a peanut and tosses it at the bird.
 * Zargon snatches it and swallows it down.
 * Zach's eyes go back to his cards.
 * Preacher looks at Joan, the woman who just ordered a drink, "We have a place at the inn?"
 * Lila looks the woman up and down.
 * Preacher nods to her and walks out the saloon with his load o' crap.
 * Preacher heads inside with them, holding his worldy goods.
 * Preacher waits his turn patiently.
 * Preacher dumps his load o' crap on top and locks up the room, heading back to the tavern.