So this was the famous Ravenwood's inn? A old establishment with the décor and feeling of an European mixed with some United god bless it states of America smells and flavours. It was a mix Taralda knew way to well with her background of travelling around this X- colony with her revolver in her cowgirl holster. Taking a seat by the fireplace in the main hall, she felt both slightly alien and slightly at home here. Ravenwood's legacy reached across the Atlantic to the old world, since several of the hunters of Ravenwood had been or still was in that places like Germany, Russia, France and others countries that deserved note. The rise of the USA as a nation and not a colony had not stopped European hunters and American hunters to work together even if crazy nationalism even infects clever folk. Taralda indeed was just following tradition in one sense, and in another she enjoyed this part of the world. After all the gun laws here we pretty free and pretty fun.

Taking off her backpack and opening it she smirked as she withdrew from the sack in question, A gun cleaning kit witch was encased in a fine silver box. She had made the box herself, out of one of her sisters jewellery collection since that Valley girl really needed to face reality. After that she popped it open and withdrew her massive long-nosed doomsday revolver. The fact that it also had silver ingrained and a ebony handle encrusted with runes just made the thing stand out even more. Since revolvers of this age did not really have a solid safety she never went around with it loaded unless trouble was brewing, and here it was probably never going to happen. With the same look a woman would get from going to the store to get a new handbag she opened the reload chambers and started to clean those out, almost having to hold herself from sinning in girly joy. Her gun was masterpiece custom made for her and her rune-based powers. Sure she could read auras but that often fell to the wayside, it was the runes that really captured her imagination 

Removing herself from her gun for but a moment she heard some card shuffling American (probably) starting a conversation with that some other hunters that the old lady who runs this place, gave a seat too. Since they just sat pretty much next to each other she was going to overhear their conversation anyhow. Perhaps they would talk about ''i killed X vampires'' like any other dong measuring contest