[u][b][color=ed1c24]Franz[/color] [color=aba000]Kaufmann[/color][/b][/u]

The last time Franz had driven a coach was three years ago when his business was still getting off the ground, and he had to deliver his firearms himself on occasion. He’d since hired a man to take care of that part, which he was regretting as he nearly crashed into a house on the way into Selina. He hissed under his breath, “Scheiße…” Constantin reacted accordingly (OOC fill in angry French words here)

The town was coming out in full force to greet them, gasping at the sight of the dead beast strapped to the coach. He brought the horses to the best halt he could, and people immediately began surrounding them. “We have a hurt man…” he started, but the townspeople jumped into action regardless of anything he was saying. The injured coachman, God help him, was carried off on a stretcher. Franz jumped off the carriage, preparing to explain what had happened to them and ask for the man who could dispense their due bounty, when a local businessman pushed his way to them. 

"Alright fellers," the man said with a smile as he looked up at the great dead beast, "why don't you come in my shop now and collect yer bounty, one drink for each a ya on the house too."

Franz smiled back, though the man was difficult to understand. “Thank you,” he turned to Constantin and John. “This man has our bounty and drink. Let’s go.”