Aveline, always the silent observer, watched as the gentlemen took the slain beast off the top of the coach and into the taxidermy shop. [i]Drat[/i] Aveline thought [i]Zeke got to them before I could ask about their adventures![/i] She was about to return into the church, probably to assist with the injured man in their party, when one of them acknowledged her. It wasn’t much, but as the towns backetcase it was more than she normally got. Aveline smiled and waved at the gentleman, knowing attempting to speak back would be difficult, before he too went into Zeke’s shop. 

The town began to disperse, the excitement of seeing the dead animal fading. Aveline herself was about to retire to her rocking chair and magazine, when more commotions came from the taxidermy shop and it’s attached bar. Aveline could hear Lilly, bless her, screeching that she was quitting. Aveline didn’t blame her, the woman had a difficult job. As the olden woman stormed out of Zeke’s Aveline offered her a sympathetic wave and smile. 

Things only got more elevated as one of the strangers left the taxidermy shop and had a quick conversation with one of his friends. And while Aveline could not quite make out their conversation she could recognize the stern mans foreign accent. Aveline tried not to feel too excited, she wondered if he traveled from far away. The stern man than entered the bar, and caused the commotion to continue with full force. The sounds of fighting and violence were obvious. 

Aveline chewed her lip anxiously. Where there were fights there were injuries. She briefly considered finding Father O’Flanagan, but decided to take the initiative. She gathered her skirts and walked across the street towards the bar, peering in to assess the damages.