[color=lightgray][@Forgiveness]

A feeling of mild unease descended over the man as Flynt casually mentioned his “extensive knowledge of the supernatural”. If he was one of the mercenaries roaming the state, he certainly didn’t look the part — still, he could never be too wary when it came to wandering folk like him. At least he had the reassurance that he probably wasn’t a demon hunter; any demon hunter worth their salt would never be so nonchalant with someone they’d just met, after all, human or not. They were well aware of the fact that demons had multiple forms, and were more than capable of possessing people. Anyone could be one in disguise. Despite his reservations, Shiloh returned the alchemist’s warm smile, the expression switching onto his face with ease. He searched his face for any indication of doubt, suspicion, distrust — but all he found was the same unyielding friendliness. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen a probable bounty hunter as cheery as him before.

[i]“Are you here to do the same — sir?”[/i] Shiloh stared at him for a moment, slight amusement crossing his features as he realized what the reason was behind the sudden "sir”. So, he recognized the sword. That he hadn’t expected someone like him to know.

The demon shrugged a little at his actual question, a slight chuckle escaping him. [color=powderblue]"Honestly, I don’t know what else I’d be here for. Most of what the Sheriff posts up aren’t exactly quality jobs.”[/color]

He paused, tapping his chin thoughtfully. [color=powderblue]“Tell me — do you really think something supernatural dug them up? I'd imagine a large group of human grave robbers could've done the same thing.”[/color] He motioned towards the end of town, in the direction of the graveyard.[/color]