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	Atticus chuckled a bit. This was a very interesting and amusing conversation to him, granted most were. [color=fff79a]"Oh but all things are up close and personal when dealing with the wrath of God. I am simply his messenger and I seek out his vengeance. In the end, they get their last rights and there is nothing more personal than that. If they do not see the blade of God coming, in the form of a bullet or a bang, then they are blinded by the world and there is nothing I can do but lay them to rest,"[/color] he said as he sat there still as a board while Foy worked. 

	[color=fff79a]"And my profits are to continue the work of God, well 10%,"[/color] he added with a smirk before rising from the chair once Foy was done to take a closer look in the mirror. [color=fff79a]"Well that is the finest cut and shave I have had in a while. God gave you a true talent,"[/color] he said before grabbing his coat and slipping it back on. [color=fff79a]"Shall we seek out your friend now and see if we can turn some water into wine: and perhaps a hand or two of cards. Even God rested."[/color]

	[color=f26522]"We seems to have a drunk,"[/color] Anisa said with a sigh as she pointed over the edge of the counter and down to where Jahosafat was sitting just grinning stupidly from ear to ear before taking another swig from the nearly empty bottle of bourbon. 

	[color=gray]"I dare say you picture of perfection! I am not so think as you drunk I am,"[/color] he said with a hiccup in between every third or forth word. Anisa took a deep breath and looked over towards Dorothy. 

	[color=f26522]"Some doctor..."[/color]

	[color=gray]"I'll have you know my dear woman I am a fine physician ~hiccup~ I am just drinking a toast or two to a fallen friend ~hiccup~."[/color]

	[color=f26522]"Quinn is no one to mourn."[/color] Shaking her head she looked over towards Harper as he came in and cocked a brow. [color=f26522]"Just dealing with yer doctor Harper. Seems he has been hitting the bottle rather hard."[/color]

	Stumbling to his feet the bottle went rolling across the counter and to the floor shattering as he tried to stand. [color=gray]"I am not bereaving over the former Captain ~hiccup~ but over the lily amongst the thorns, my dear sweet Camilla."[/color]