Simon took a long pull from the glass of water, his eyes dead set on the bartender. The information was good, but it was merely a rumor. If the man was indeed at Happy Times Chapel, he would soon be gone before he could hear of another sighting. However, after recalling the man's motif and harmless appearance, Simon began to see a pattern. [i]No one would ever suspect a clergyman,[/i] he thought, especially for the folk who were too dimwitted to realize that the man was a criminal. Or, perhaps he was a legitimate preacher-man who just became rotten to the core...

The bounty hunter shrugged, quickly losing interest in the man's story and focusing more on refilling his coffers. After all, a wanted man was a wanted man and nothing in this world would change his mind. "Ain't no rest for the wicked," Simon snickered, rising from his chair after downing the entire glass of water in a long pull. "Get me another, bartender," Simon commanded. He would forget about the bounty the other two were gaining for; there was no point in splitting the bounty and there was no point in killing them both. He would rather not have his own head on the Bounty Board, for that matter. Not that it would matter, for if anyone came after him, he would just kill them and hunt down the man who made him a criminal.

It also wouldn't do for Jackal's Crypt to discover that he was still alive...