[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=97e23b]Bartholomew Rosecliff[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/GxId9ub.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b]  Near Water -> -> Carnival Grounds
[b]Skills:[/b]N/A[/center][hr]

As they rounded off their conversation, Bart just smiled pleasantly at Lib, and said, "[color=97e23b]Yeah, Thanks for taking the time to answer our questions.[/color]"  It was disconcerting that the setting of the sun in this manor was unheard of, but that fact that Lib seemed to not think it out of the question that Management could of done this informed him of the power that these people held. Whatever they were, they were strong, perhaps even stronger than the Emendators.  He didn't like the possibilities that fact enumerated, or the position it put all of them in. At least, he felt, he'd have useful things to report back to The Hat; he'd probably want to hear all of this. That, was, at least, what Bart believed.

As they neared the group, with who he assumed to be Management out in the open, he caught the tail end of their conversation, and didn't like one bit of what he was hearing. It sounded like shit was getting real, and the things that were being said weren't good for them at all.  He thought of speaking and getting clarification, but it seemed Faith had taken the opportunity to do that already. He simply nodded, hoping that there was some component they were missing that made what they were saying sound worse than it actually was.  He placed himself next to Faith, knowing that, whatever was happening, barraging the group with questions would do the exact opposite of help. He did take a moment to look at Gio though, curious how he'd react to the presence of Faith and himself, after his visit to Golgotha.