[Center][I]Ranch House [/i][/center]


Toby sensed the foreign presence approaching for several minutes before the actual arrival...or...not entirely foreign, if he was not mistaken.

The Wanderers were a difficult group to sneak up on.

He set his book down and replaced it with the gun from the worn bedstand.

Dawn would pick it up soon, too, he knew, if she hadn't already. [i] Dawn,[/i] he thought as loudly as one can think a thought. Based on her emotions, her location, and her current company, he guessed she had her hands full.  [i]We've got an energy manipulator and healer approaching. I'm guessing you noticed.[/i] He paused, gritting his teeth. He needed the distraction. [i]I don't think he has hostile intent...for the moment. But we won't want him here. I've met him. I'll get it. You seem...busy.[/i]

Based on the rate of approach, he had a moment. So he pulled his shoes on. Laced them. Untucked the collar of his white shirt from his argyle sweatervest where it got rumpled from laying atop the covers reading. Made his way leisurely down the stairs whilst checking the clip of his handgun.

He peered out the window through gauzy curtains, and when he saw the man approaching the door, he waited.

Midas was scarcely finished with his knocking and his demand before Toby pulled open the door with one hand and pointed the gun at Midas' head with the other.

He wouldn't be granting the full request. The Wanderers had no boss.

[Color=lightblue]"What do you want? I'm as much the boss as anyone else I could send to you and I think know a bit more about you than they would. So t--t--talk."[/color]

The confident, unintimidated tone he'd taken had gone pretty well until that stubborn T.

Last time Toby saw this man, he was desecrating corpses, only to be interrupted by a visit from the friendly neighborhood Grim Brothers. This was a sick individual. And that coming from someone with Spire as a brother.

Toby wasn't the same as last time. He wondered if Midas could see it.