Abraham stood on the dune, gnarled hands wrapped around his walking stick. Below him the bandits meandered around, with no clear intent. The old man listened to the others as they spoke, the leader of their merry band of badasses seemed almost eager for the fight. A trait that Abraham found entertaining. The idea of the LuckyBastard removing his bracer made the old man's grip tighten on his cane. The last time the fool had taken off his little toy, Abraham had fallen from his hiding place and down a flight of stairs. Something the old man was not keen on repeating.

When Bryan began speaking Abraham considered tuning him out. Sure the man's ideas were good, sometime infallible even. Yet, there was just something about him that made Abraham's spine tingle. Maybe it was the hint of arrogance in the man's attitude that the old man May or may not be imagining. Whatever it was, Abraham wasn't going to let that get in the way of getting the job done. Though he refrained from any comments himself, the old man did give an almost imperceptible nod to their leader's question letting the crazy bastard know he had heard.