[color=lightgray][@Forgiveness] [@Pirouette]

Shiloh nodded along with the alchemist as he detailed his train of thought, listening keenly to each and every word that came out of his mouth. He wanted to get some sort of insight on him now, in the event that he really was a supernatural hunting merc. Better to start figuring things out now than never. [color=powderblue]"Mm. That makes sense,"[/color] he agreed, turning back to face the man with a slight grin, [color=powderblue]"Guess we'll just have to wait and see what kind of hell beasts we smoke out, eh?"[/color]

He observed him curiously as he proceeded to introduce himself. Not a bounty hunter, then? Or was he just putting a different name to the same job? Whatever it was, he still didn't like the sound of it. An alchemist... knowledgeable about the supernatural. He had to have hunted something supernatural at one time or the other — everyone he'd seen who'd introduced themselves like that definitely had. Who knew exactly what the hell he was using those potions and runes for. He returned the handshake firmly, the friendly smile from before sliding back onto his face. [color=powderblue]"Pleased to meet you, Flynt. The folks around these parts know me as Shiloh. You know how things are, with the winter and all — I usually take jobs here and there. Try to help out where I can."[/color]

The Sheriff entered the building. The demon looked towards him with mild interest, black eyes following him as he made his way to his desk. He took a few steps into the building himself, standing just slightly beyond the doorframe as he explained more to them about the job. Shiloh grimaced a little as he realized the Undertaker was waiting for them in the vicinity of the church. God damn it — all he could do was hope that he wouldn't try to lead them inside the building when they got there. It wasn't that he'd be vaporized as soon as he set foot inside the building, it was more so that it'd cause him immense discomfort if he stayed there for too long. Possibly pain, especially if they happened to have too many holy objects lying around. He'd felt like shit for a week after the last time he was inside one of the things. [color=powderblue]"I'll be sure to avoid the smoke, Sheriff,"[/color] he said, looking towards Flynt, [color=powderblue]"Shall we go? I'd hate to keep the man waiting."[/color][/color]