Isaac, Jeko and Kuhn walked through the town, the crowds parting as the three walked - the swordsman carried his wooned sword in it's iron-plated sheath on one shoulder, the blade hanging down in front of him, instead of on his back, like most other swordsmen would. On his other shoulder, was the heavily bound by chains and ropes Chester D. Arnold.

Whom was still asleep, a big bubble had already formed from his nose, snoring softly. The One-Eyed gunner peered his eye backwards, and around, constantly aware of his surroundings. He certainly wasn't paranoid, he was just hyper-aware, a trait you'd do well to pick up as a gunner. 

Jeko, too, was keeping his eyes peered. Peered on all of the money around. He was keeping his ears open, for any opportunity to make money.

While the other two were hyper-aware, Isaac? He was barely aware at all. His thoughts were barely on a big, warm meal and a nice bed. And a good glass of beer. But first, they would have to bring this [i]cheater[/i] he carried on his shoulders to Goldenrod.